The Ageist Elderly Man with no Arms in the Parked Car

[tectak]

I'm getting ready to submit some poems, and I'm on the fence about this one:

The Ageist Elderly Man with No Arms in the Parked Car
Hi ganman,
You put me in a quandary with this one. Just what is it that makes a piece of poetry attractive beyond the scope of well-intentioned critique? Discuss.
I like this instinctively...I will find that I am as unable to criticise as I am to eulogise...so here goes.
My author abandoned me,
an elderly man with no arms,
in a parked car. The badly drawn boy syndrome comes go mind. I will run with it. I find that I am satisfied with this explanation of this excellent opening stanza. I do not care if I am wrong so that is good. Terse verse is not my style but you have made good with the line breaks...so no issues from me.

He forgot to give me personality.
I’m flat, and all I do to find help seek. Find is a result.
is yell at passing children,

ignorant, with their Internet, Cash in on your title. Call it, as your character well might, "...their Interwebby" or some such. There is a credibility gap between old,man,arm,less and "internet"
lazy, letting technology
cook their food.

They throw rocks at the window,
spit at me through the glass.
I think he wrote them flat too. This is goodish. Comma after "flat"

He’s in the store, buying meatballs.
I wonder when he’ll come back.
They can’t be that hard to find.

They’re right next to the rolls,
I told him – aisle 13, frozen foods.
I really hate children. Pure Au. Do I know you?

It flies.
Best,
tectak