No matter existence (mine) lamely, mostly, and nearly spent...

I barely experienced

getting clothed (think fashion wise

as metaphorically swiftly tailored

harried styled mortal)

approaching naked truth

regarding life, liberty

and pursuit of happiness..,

nonetheless yours truly forever gropes

in the darkness of ignorance analogous

to imagined (envisioned) asymptote

demarcating experiential enlightenment

heading toward verity of righteousness,

yet never subtending arc of enlightenment.

Quite the contrary woebegotten mortal

forthwith struggling to acquire

consciousness raising awareness

approximating essential virtue

offset (er... rather severely deflected)

toward pitfall of vice

(comprising gamut of lurid temptations),

which default status

exerts overwhelming, overpowering, overemphasizing

draw (think powerful magnetic force).

I frankly, grievously, and honestly attest

predilection finds this hoary beastie boy

scarcely able to tread water swiftly rising

above his hairless fabby, & doughy chest,

where left and right man boobs delineate

miniature (albeit sagging) Mount Everest

quite obviously feeble human specimen

(farcical) gentleman quarterly not hottest

male within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,

nor anywhere upon oblate spheroid, he jest

I kibitz re: absent good humor lie bull lest

stubbornly refusing to leave debauchery

rather remain holed up within rats nest

steeped in familiarization re: egg guarding

hen pecking (matt er fact) Harris sing pest,

where no spring chicken thwarts impossible

mission (mother clucker sabotages rooster)

offsetting opportunities to experience nirvana

quaffing electric koolaid acid test brew rest

assured (me not snorting while typing) test

ting out (lit Miss, really haint no chore), and

merely sounding out prospects to make vest

head interest for prosperous friendship with

brio, extra mayo, sauteed onions and zest.