My Ebbing Physical Prowess and Strength

I take stock and revisit good ole days of yore quite conscious undeclared state of war prevails within body electric of troubadour now seated at his Macbook Pro today February 20, 2021. Since January thirteenth of this year (two thousand and twenty one), yours truly suddenly feels long in the tooth, i.e. auld, he whose decrepit body and gnarled hands ice cold rigor mortis virtuous vice grip extolled coronavirus (COVID-19) motherlode analogous to discovered vein of mined gold grim reaper with scythe doth silently infold (in Old English, scythe spelled siðe) ore yonder church bell knolled anonymous sexagenarian (any strong resemblance between said poet whose dead head lolled), and once living person purely coincidental) death and decay, I lichen to mold scant personal possessions outsold to highest bidder. Dead weatherbeaten and fatigued soul with absolute zero regret no longer being alive, especially when endurance and stamina took kamikaze nose dive formerly buzzfeeding desiccated honeycomb hive in tandem with former anxiety riddled psyche need no longer worry his existence perfect example how hardship did misthrive death be not proud penultimate quest since adolescence (think anorexia nervosa) he did (unsuccessfully) strive. At long last... beastie boy attained nirvana routing hellish existential crisis courtesy earth, wind and fire rendered null and void celibate journey knight in shining armor forever staind and tarnished compliments verboten extramarital whoopie. Herewith I forthwith take poetic license linkedin to long line of mamas and the papas whose music died when passenger(s) violently perished courtesy flaming inferno analogous to L(ead) Z(eppelin) 129 christened Hindenburg. Along similar blurred lines foo fighter manned stoned temple pilot Jefferson Airplane qua Starship gracefully and slickly deliberately maneuvered crash test dummy immediately annihilated upon impact smack dab into puddle of mudd, yet lo and behold as a foreigner and survivor yours truly eluded dire straits. Oz suppose during whirlwind Kansas tour, while snatching forty winks in toto working out kinks, I experienced revelation regarding divine creator - Egypt me never securing life, liberty and pursuit of happiness elusive weltanschauung as understanding, the mysterious Sphinx, yes essentially zilch joie de vivre minus high jinks aptly summarizes mein kampf methinks my life and hard times whereby vitriol pelted me courtesy those rat finks. Nihilistic zeitgeist apocalyptic outlook sacrificed no redemption no matter how figuratively purposelessness sliced unlike mum man crucified Jesus Christ.