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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.
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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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