Made Up

This particular parcel of particles has me imparting a pardon that's hardly impartial.
An attraction attacking my factoring acumen, pittance of wisdom is what I can marshal.

I was formerly ordered by personal ordinance, "End all the onerous via speech ordnance."
The coordinates?  Of no importance, collateral blasting is natural, stores no abbhorence.

Semiotic, semantic, my tactical path seemed chaotic or frantic, which was symptomatic
Of dynamic deception.  Disheveled perception met leveling weapon, a trick systematic.

Condescension you send to offend is upending the splendor of friendliness, tends to portending
A quick mention of stomach distention, or flummoxing tension that stretches your mind till its rending.

But no details develop for oral deployment, new version of me will refuse the enjoyment
That can happen with proving perpetual arrogance does not have comeback for light flite employment.

You are lucky that I am conducting myself with compunction, reduction of fucked-up expression
Is a benefit--I have not been a fit ever to people, the old me would have this confession:

"Insecurity hurts you internally, all the rehearsing you've done will not spurn the existence
Of my universe hurling its burliest burden to sow pain within you to fuel my subsistence."