Thee Grim Reaper As Pedagogical Savior De Jour

written just a couple weeks before the lease at prior abode would expire, and no affordable habitat....just by happenstance and a thankful invisible hand of destiny. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * To avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness which near future prospect induces existential angst i confess. Today, i wanna die and bid god riddance grandly     going gamesomely gra grave, de deum, and cymbal crash to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually -     all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash how tempting to seek a solution sans hemlock     or other deadly potion,     whereby toothless mouth need not gnash boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of     mortal freedoms renting psych ass under     with purposelessness mine hash tag, which bout with suicide while n the edge of thirteen -     Anorexia nervosa defeated -     then as now experience 10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash lacerating, flagellating, and repeatedly rousing thoughts     shin to circle back to why death be not proud when life on par with a mash up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus     analogous luft Waffe bombardiers quash the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring     in step happy jollity, and levity attempt to make light     of psychological me's mental illness rash whence thru the lvii roam min years as chief garbage taster of trash hurled my way gnome matter gremlins dwelt within the Wabash  distance to inflict din er of dissonance  targeted this mortal for'er abash as soon as he got expelled from the womb, his reddened ears did bash from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses     into the maternity ward of me late mum sped like dash her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate     a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half     re: that came a boot from genetic chromosomal DNA wash.