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In the Rug Gad Throes of Anticipatory Anxiety

Frenzied anguish precipitated Matt chew
Scott Harris, with
     unrelenting, unescapable,
     and unbearable despair, grew

wing by leaps and bounds,
     which fraught gloom didst hew
mindset equalled nought 
     (Gordian knot) i.e.
     zero ambition tubby

     alive, and concomitantly
brought if only you knew,
wrought unbearable toxic brew
to pinpoint the exact clue
how being penniless I do
attest, this compounded zilch money
agonized by quite
     a stack - more'n a few

monthly bills past due,
thus aye rue
min hated, the least loo
pee, and most painless
     final solution of this Jew
wish atheist, (these
     utterances absolutely true),
no "FAKE king," trump

     petting, yawping foam
     minted psychosomatic ague,
whereat mine mental state hue
mon gust lee off kilter,
     with hum moo
zing thoughts of
     palm lee strangling myself,
     (or hiring sum

     handsome fist responder to slew),
me the way - no
     cho king) till I go
totally tubularly blue
in the face, em
     barking on undo
wobble decision, said permanent
     exodus from life,

     this scribe dost view
as last saving grace,
     this self woo
man eye zing,
     (nada so amazing),
     ye might poo poo
such drastic desperation,
     non heroic measures stew

pa head and er ration
     hubble grim foray
     exacerbated predisposition
     to panic/ anxiety attacks,
     the alluring temptation
     hi with Andy Lee drew
to bid bid adieu
to hard scrabble existence,

     and in summer re: goo
winter becoming cremated powder,
     (with urn nest to dog -
     un woof hoot

     table Sirius ness), wharf few
if any tsuris -
     (Yiddish for aggravation),
     NO ash lee zero distress,
     would upend resting
    in a bajillion pieces.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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