Regretted? Sorely

My foolishness that barbed,
befuddled, maybe;
a paragon of adverse causer,
adept in it?
sorely, yes.

I baffles and back-bites,
never fails to do so;
not an adroit,
not at all.

I'm tired of, good
sounds more like a baddy in a movie;
an ad infinitum act?
absolute yes.

Ah, this adversity,
I'm exhausted of it;
not a good person at all?
it's a balderdash if it's not.

Sigh, can a plonker like me,
make an about-turn?
It's a poser,
heart palpitates,
not pandering,
I really doubt so.

One down,
one more to go;
a parameter that never ends,
a parlous situation;
I'm said to be,
A pariah.

A happy ending?
Never so,
awaiting for a miracle,
unabashed to say,
I'm a total, absolute plonker.

Forgive me,
I abhor with my own act;
which results in,
total sadness.

...

Sigh