(neither defamation, nor blasphemy meant, sans Title)
Despite ingestion of
anti anxiety medications
ferocious hellish onslaught
pummels me aback
finds resurgence of ghostly
white implacable terror
inducing panic attack
cogs and wheels
of psyche frenetically
spinning alas and alack
swallowed in the un
avoid doubleheader maw
whale size amberjack
suctioned alive as dead ringer
human master bait
(feebly prate who GOD,
somebody please HELP)
doomed to die, "eye"
doth entirely engulf me
far worse than being slammed
by malevolent forces
loosed from hurricane
classed as Category 5
on Saffir-Simpson Scale
adrip with horrible gastric,
caustic, and acidic repulsive
bile alcoholic akin to applejack
and more rancid
than Q8 oily arrack
once again oft repeated phrase
Death be not Proud, viz
reincarnation of Moby Dick
(gone terribly awry)
on the attack after ME
with no way back
to house at Pooh Corner
condemned to spin
willfully intestate,
while steeped in utter black
but....methinks
perhaps fetid blowback
equivalent to volcanic belch, would
spit out "burnt offerings"
formerly Matthew Scott Harris,
whose steaming hot pipe dream
(Ahab) in mind can not
even get "LIVE" feedback,
and definite never
my Stradivarius fiddleback
(I rue...all the money
momma's and pappa's...
scrimped and saved
without giving
this sole sun any rubber tuff flack)...
ha...sardonic humor,
and wistful pointless flashback
equally frivolous hanker
ring for greenback,
legal tender, quid
pro quo, et cetera,
NOW demise welcomed
forever free from penury
small potatoes this measly mortal
even at dirt poor cheap
expense courtesy
Euthanasia travel agency
manned by HiJack,
where captain! My captain!
Humungous humpback
clearly presented danger field,
and only costs this one life
as lil bitty chewy Whitman snack!
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