Support Your Local Po' Whet (Hick) Bummer, i.e. me

Freedom from onset of pervasive gloom 

(attendant with profusely perspiring palms,

hut tree men duh us aggravation), would be

a dog send to this melon collie bow wow

wing Homo sapien aging baby boomer.

I already attend weekly counseling (no

weeknd) in tandem with experiencing

alleviation linkedin to severe anxiety,

depression, obsessive compulsive disorder.

Courtesy of father's litte helpers (Buspirone

Hydrochloride Tablets 15 mg twice daily,

Clonazepam 0.5mg tablet once daily,

Clomipramine 50 mg once daily, Fluoxetine

HCL 20 mg once daily, and Fluoxetine HCL

40 mg twice daily), prescription medications

considerably diminish disabling severity to

function, which afflicted yours truly soon

after being borne circa January thirteenth mcmlix.

Beset with psychological distress manifested

by physiological symptoms nsync with Inxs

adrenaline triggering heart palpitations, irritable

bowel syndrome, nausea, and vertigo said

unrelenting panic attacks considerably less

immobilizing prior to readily assenting to rely

on synthesized biochemical pharmacologically

manufactured as the next best option verses,

(no gallows humor pun intended) "magic bullet"

triggered by presed firearm.

Despite medicare coverage to acquire manufactured

selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, as a benefit

long since being deemed eligible to receive social

security disability, every now and again mine

mental health state pitched into abysmal despair,

an emotional nadir fraught with greater predilection

to inflict permanent self-harm possibly...premature demise.

Ah...without cloud crowdsourcing doubt, this mortal

man would hanker to plead within his genuine schizoid

personality disordered body to become free and clear

of life figuratively weighed down with bajillion pound

millstone gravely dark shadows synonymous with edge

of night prevalent with outer limits of twilight zone.

While awaiting (with increasing anticipation), which

salvation I can never ketchup with will find me

steadfastly, (albeit grudgingly) popping pills.

Plus, this holistic hombre resorts to transcendental

medication and physical exercise incorporating two

(one for each hand) dumbbells.

Meantime...an effort to seek succor availed sought out

by The Wizard of Ozzy Osbourne (waiver place he lives).

Hmmm most certain, he would be most accessible

upon a Black Sabbath.

If not him...this schlepper will trod along the boulevard

of broken dreams, yes - most definitely on a greenday.

Ever the cautious optimist, aye hopefully stumble across

an antiquated lantern pleasantly surprised when (after

carefully dusting off accumulated detritus), a garden

variety genii unexpectedly appears.

She/he, (perhaps after transgender reassignment

originally a him/her), would bewitch and spellbind

me after asking "wiccan I do for you," and deliver

immediate coveted ampoule, essentially a placebo.

Peace at last, plus long and fostered relief from

agonizing mental torture.

Without doubt, a greater probable chance more

favorable for this luckless male to win lottery (even

just a paltry million dollars), despite steep odds,

as opposed feeling akin to Atlas bearing weight

of world wide web!

Please feel free to toss pennies, nickels, dimes...

into virtual Fountain Head.