The bane of restless leg syndrome kicks back

Minus adverse side effects

courtesy Ropinirole HCL

couple nights I did try,

albeit yours truly wanted to die,

plus also yearned tubby

among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,

yes absent asthenia, fatigue,

and/or malaise oh my

nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,

and asthenic condition,

I woefully did decry

unconsciously kicking,

thrashing, twitching, wife kvetching

downing aforementioned medication

found me awry

beseeching psalm body

e'en the Sultan of Brunei

or sovereign from Abu Dhabi

to administer euthanasia,

I would willingly rectify

to bid good riddance and goodbye

experiencing said unpleasant reactions

listed above, hence death wish

of mine to comply

expressed modus operandi doth underlie

trawling the net whereby, to crucify

rigging (leg giddy met) i.e. legitimate

gofundme site could justify

assisted suicide recycling, reimbursing

repurposing... biodegradable cross -

guaranteeing faithful ethics to fortify

upon me rising masses will deify

an imperfectly square profane guy

skeptic at heart, unsure soul will go skyhigh,

or descend into Dante's inferno,

hmm... methinks hot meal my

olfactory organ doth nasally espy

summat good cooking, therefore aye

got hearty appetite unbearable symptoms

amazingly relieved, that scare did mortify,

now get secular humanist off doggone †

lest he gets cross and promises to nullify

future aery missions...

sidelining death, viz abort... fail... retry

else fans ye will need to pacify,

and posthumous rock star status

martyr on your stained hands

leaving widow whose syrup prize

zing tears unceasingly cry

without spouse to henpeck,

she cannot deny

cuz, body (mine), saintly

nicked peep pulled, tattooed

with apostolic marks

sharp nib she did apply.