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To avoid pitfall
of prospective homelessness
which near future foretells
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 solution
sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow
and drink from goblet
liqidating mortal freedoms
rent bankrupt psych asunder
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now I experience
10,000 infuriated banshee maniacs
whip lashing, lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
circle back to why death be not proud
when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook
housing incubus
analogous strafing luft waffe
bombardiers quash
joie de vivre per je ne sais quois
spritely spring
step happily with jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological mental illness rash
whence thru 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 mortal for'er abash
as soon got expelled from womb,
his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom
causing astir the nurses
into mortuary ward
of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet
Prancer didst emulate
a con vixen dancer,
cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal DNA wash.
