Hydrogen Bonds...

Weights on my ankles, depression and anxiety; I'm drowning in this pond.

I write to waste spice because I'm lonely, insults are the best restaurants.

Gentle...

Journal!

Bubble.

Puzzle?

Pathetic!

Plastic...

Pandemic?

Genetic.

DNA to Proteins...

Insults make you stronger; magnificent training and sympathetic assassins.

I'm still a captain, but my seas are sometimes infested by mountains and goblins.

Laughing, a type of cynical laugh; one that eats a rumble and echo.

I think I'm normal because sometimes I want to punch someone in the marrow.

Sum 50 years more to my brain, on Saturdays I play bingo.

Feel the body disappear into an arrow that will never kill a shadow.

Cry every Friday, a good sob is one that's scheduled; the pillow fluff turns into snow.

Can I say that when I'm sad I eat cocoa with mango?

Let loneliness taint the lungs black: you're so toxic, Tobacco!

It's so easy to fall when the surface is uneven; right, Domino?

If I throw myself off a borderline can I call it a window of embargo?

Bleach discolors the rainbow and every time it does I climb the ladder and paint it yellow.

The list of names that shame me are what make me human, I'm a Golden Ticket!

The list of names I call myself is endless and perfect like Deoxyribonucleic Acid... 

Wicked!

Morbid?

Hybrid...

Horrid.

Mushroom?

Showroom...

Red-room.

Bloom!

Worrywart.

Discord?

Apricot!

Afterthought...

Jealous... 

Religious.

Anxious?

Nervous!

Sidekick?

Romantic...

Dynamic.

Critique!

Reasonable!

Memorable.

Respectable...

Available?

Barata, Iguana, Dibujada, and...

The list of names I call myself is endless and empty.

It's time to follow the old recipe.

You pick a name, one that's not vanilla like Friendly and Chubby!

Tell me later, I hope it rhymes with the insults above and it's heavy.

If you get it right I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

I hope I wasted your time wisely, because genetics is like an endless pedigree.

The world comes with mutations and heredity, I'm just giving you courtesy.

I may be beautiful in genetics eyes, but you treat me like an Old Battery!

You and I have a list, one write in blood and gold, that's the one thing I can guarantee.

When they pickle you in salt and honey make them feel like they're the Dummy.