Problematic to my enigmatic quandaries and reflection,
lies an approach full of reproach and void of introspection.
The paths of thought I have sought would amuse those of noble veneration.
Most of them were once penned by men seeking ingratiating adulation.
My vices, both ill-advised and losely based on comprimise,
resemble a man’s desire but reak of weakly stitched together alibis.
I am quite adept and almost perfect at self-imposed infliction,
and in the end, time and again, the result is developmental constriction.
Email me when seanstermonster publishes or recommends stories