Thee grim reaper as pedagogical savior de jour-

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.