Garden Variety Eel

Wield my awkward like a ten pound sledge In social situations my back is to a ledge I hedge my bets, turn my head down, step back Shed myself of what breath I lack then react I'm a garden variety eel constricting an electric seal Brushed steel potato peel clutching anime film reels Foolhardy anvil praying the antagonist will stand still When I fall it's peers' recognition that gives a thrill Deft hands daft sensibilities with putrid abilities Bovine sedative temporarily grants me tranquility Sinful pinball machine that is unsportingly tilted Staccato or stilted? This whoopsi-dasie is wilted Cut my own rope as a penniless provocateur Divide my ego for that Yugi Moto allure Malicious multiplicity for the self-saboteur Half poor, quarter sore, lacking two eighth's more Never far from that convex in my chest To take distance would be for the best To take distance would be for the best