Wistful Accursed Penniless Fate...God Dime Mitt!

(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 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!