As one among countless billions of homo sapiens, sapiens

herewith just one groveling and sniveling twenty first century Neanderthal man i claim that nom de guerre cuz about one percent of my genetic material matches said early bipedal hominid.

I cannot escape being hashtagged
as part and parcel of a cancerous blight,

nevertheless yours truly well molded into a fungi
able, eager, ready and willing to delight

a bipedal hominid when
back in the day as a member
of Single Book-lovers
dreading being locked
into subjecting myself to "blind dates"
to advance along
the analogous game of Life
prone to experience panic attacks,

where heart of mine beat a mile a minute
in preparation to fight or take flight

quite self conscious
to avoid scaling the height

of commingling with a veritable stranger
anticipating the figurative jacklight
to be shined on me accentuating
warts and all of yours truly (me)
as if suddenly thrust
into the public limelight
analogously emanating, flickering,
glowing, et cetera
like phosphorescent material
during the deadened
clear as day edge of night,

where dark shadows lurked
within the outer limits
of the twilight zone in accordance
to the script as written by this playwright,
who feels most comfortably numb
when he doth reunite

with sound of silence opening line
hello darkness my old friend,
no matter said lyric staid trite
accentuating faux urbane urbanite

attempting to captcha
the essence being like pure white
as Ivory innocence and naïveté
no matter being a grown man
now completing three score
and seven plus orbitz
with a psyche that didst experience
being rent asunder
courtesy mental health issues
such as panic attacks/social anxiety,
dysthymia, obsessive compulsive disorder
and palmar hyperhidrosis
ah..., but methinks how trouble free
he appeared as a cute little boy
with short strawberry blonde hair

for dear life latched
onto his mother's apron strings he did cloy

later in his life, she would seethe
with red hot anger and deploy

threatening ultimatums directly linkedin
to his delinquent status
that no employer would employ

imagining himself Little Lord Fauntleroy

living the life of Riley
or at the very least imagining himself
shrunk down to size and embedded
being the most
important coded character
within popular gameboy
scoring gobs of fans as his
dominant starring roles
incorporated thousands of games,
including Super Mario Land,
Pokémon Red/Blue,
and The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening

compensating for his dearth
of absolute zero homeboy
connections, where in slithered
along the storied hallways
of public education complex edifices
such as the University of Illinois

Urbana-Champaign (UIUC or U of I)
a top-ranked, public
land-grant research university
established in 1867,
often regarded as a "Public Ivy"

where he reached for Joy,
who immediately snubbed his overtures,
but because of being
identified as the reincarnation
of that legendary Kilroy
was here, which graffiti
became a meme among Allied troops,
appearing on war equipment,
in captured territories,
and on famous landmarks,
symbolizing the ubiquitous presence
and humor of U.S. Servicemen
setting the precedent
for sophisticated computer games
then decades into the future
where interactive entertainment,
interactive media, or
electronic entertainment,
often used to describe
the medium as a whole.