IS IT A-TO-Z?

All alone akwardly awaiting an apt age,am alive,all alive;alone,but yeah alive.Blithe,buoyant but no better than before.Botched and bluffed but bumbling like a whore.Crying cowardly coaxing crowd to cry.Am denigrated,doomed,detested and dry.Eclectic,ecstatic,enigmatic i elocute.Fragile and florifeorus i fly on the flute.Glory is gloomed,the guileless is gripped.Honky as hitler,i am here,horny but harelipped.Lies are the laws,thus lied lewis and larry.Merged with the mist, man made out to marry.Now i know now is not the now to know the now.oh,oh,oh and oh orgasmic as it was,i was irksome somehow.'piyush is my name',politely,phonetically and painstakingly i proclaimed.Raunchy like a rat,rapidly the rusty rust was reclaimed.Sad and sorry,she sang the sordid song,thundering went the terminator,terminating the telephone that never went ting,tong.Ulysses is ubiquitous,uniformly uniting the mass.Verily,i verified:veni,vidi,vici was truly what it was.Willingly,worshipping the whore,whose world was at war,yawning,now zzzzz...