Mine mortal flesh can finally escape...

Though mentally, physically,

and spiritually healthy... meth

hood dolled logy

hoop fully, ideally, joyfully...

unannounced twill be mine death

without forewarning thine

grand finale allocated breath

best surprise visit me

(without reason nor rhyme)

ye grim reaper, when mine

sands of time spell season

bound to thee afterlife

existence null and void treason

 

legitimately trumped up...

attested zee pitiful wreckage

emotionally/psychologically

scarred upon exiting stage

within throes of puberty,

now smoldering with livid rage

against corporeal complex edifice

forever scotched page

indelibly etched since

childhood's end, I surmise stunted

(albeit physically, but

much greater severity

social development quashed,

milestones acquired courtesy

dating forewent, aye gauge.

 

Mine youthfulness prized

and cherished, understandable

against transforming into

winded, withered, and wizened

decrepit senior citizen

plagued with incontinence I balk,

especially if lovely bones

though become fragile as chalk

quasi (figurative) eraserhead

accentuating folks to gawk

one redeeming quality

yours truly gifted with eye of hawk

plus uncanny ability

to screech (think sharp nails scraping

across blackboard), where

captive audience doth squawk

gleeful yours truly (unfortunate

trounced scapegoat) dishes, doles, and dumps

lavish portions vicious bullies

bittersweet just desserts courtesy nasal talk

(mine), cuz I got cursed as mutant

with submucous cleft palate

split uvula evident approximately

same time I learned to walk.

 

Ah... whence yours truly no longer

linkedin among livingsocial

aging baby boomer rang body electric

haggard and weatherworn

analogous to old matted (Scottish)

cherished overcoat good and

plenti patched, ripped, tattered and torn

perfect as many an ideal schmatte

(Yiddish pronunciation SHmädə)

enshrouding me of corpse

rigor mortis granting freedom

acquired once consciousness

avidly, decidedly, gladly..., shorn,

corporeal flesh repurposed,

relinquished, and reincarnated reborn

metaphorically witnessing vibrant

unparalleled transcendent splendour

nsync with awakening within Edenic morn...

suddenly knowing eternal salvation

(angst axed avowed atheist attests)

will forever end feeling forlorn,

no particular explanation nursery rhyme

Jimmy crack corn

and I don't care

came to mind only willing

anticipating permanent relief

vamoose psychological distress

since day I got born.