What If Destiny

What If Destiny... Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To... Communicate (temporarily, strictly and hypothetically) merely allowing me to burble essentially rendering, limiting, and fixing me tubby nonverbal, where frustration ensued - inducing passivity, asper myself shrugging shoulders in resignation coon sitter ring thy fate nsync with that of a gerbil? Thus codifying, con fining, and consigning stricture to a sorry lot perhaps finding me envying fun Gus of ergot, which organism at least participates in a pro active life cycle, though one may say, said organism doth rot. Now...all Joe King aside, an attempt will be made tried though daunted to cogitate beside Ritch ching deep inside and remain on - ride ding the straight and true so please dont chide restricting me to bide with guise of seriousness, when aye decide did to complete on par tragedy thalidomide wrought, yet this poem, though belied and bedeviled pondering how Yukon not induce tongue re: totally tubularly restrained, sans tubby unable to talk plus afflicted with autism, hence guide did through extreme effort pretending, thus to feign being denied critical skill to chat with a snap allied (NOT with van knit tee), but dead seriousness try ying with futility hypothetically impossible to imagine tubby accursed without means to speak compounded by autism, an immeasurable frustration must mount inside, viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor, nonetheless I cried inside when the limp deceased body of six year old Maddox Ritch – already died, drowned mainly supposedly, when dashing ahead, he didst play hide with his father (Ian Ritch), while the special needs child (unknowingly) both spent final hours together bonding at Rankin Lake Park in Gastonia within North Carolina.