My bones don’t fit together
I’m a bit disjointed it seems
Ligaments act as tether
Lashing misshapen beams
My gait is all herky-jerky
With pops and grinds and snaps
I pass it off as quirky
I play it up for laughs
If my outside is ungainly
My inside is much worse
I flail around so vainly
In my inner universe
No tether for these thoughts
No audience for the dance
As I spring and twist and plotz
Through a dark and lonely manse
(Happy Halloween!)
The Multitudinous Pursuits 
I like this poem a lot, Andrew.
Thanks, Jim!