My ebbing physical prowess and strength

I take stock and revisit good ole days of yore

quite conscious undeclared state of war

prevails within body electric of troubadour

now seated at his Macbook Pro

today February 20, 2021.

Since January thirteenth of this year

(two thousand and twenty one),

yours truly suddenly feels

long in the tooth, i.e. auld,

he whose decrepit body and

gnarled hands ice cold

rigor mortis virtuous vice grip extolled

coronavirus (COVID-19) motherlode

analogous to discovered vein of mined gold

grim reaper with scythe doth silently infold

(in Old English, scythe spelled siðe)

ore yonder church bell knolled

anonymous sexagenarian

(any strong resemblance between said poet

whose dead head lolled),

and once living person purely coincidental)

death and decay, I lichen to mold

scant personal possessions outsold

to highest bidder.

Dead weatherbeaten and fatigued soul

with absolute zero regret

no longer being alive,

especially when endurance and stamina

took kamikaze nose dive

formerly buzzfeeding

desiccated honeycomb hive

in tandem with former anxiety riddled psyche

need no longer worry

his existence perfect example

how hardship did misthrive

death be not proud penultimate quest

since adolescence (think anorexia nervosa)

he did (unsuccessfully) strive.

At long last... beastie boy attained nirvana

routing hellish existential crisis

courtesy earth, wind and fire

rendered null and void celibate journey

knight in shining armor

forever staind and tarnished

compliments verboten extramarital whoopie.

Herewith I forthwith take poetic license

linkedin to long line of mamas and the papas

whose music died

when passenger(s) violently perished

courtesy flaming inferno

analogous to L(ead) Z(eppelin) 129

christened Hindenburg.

Along similar blurred lines

foo fighter manned stoned temple pilot

Jefferson Airplane qua Starship

gracefully and slickly

deliberately maneuvered crash test dummy

immediately annihilated upon impact

smack dab into puddle of mudd,

yet lo and behold as a foreigner

and survivor yours truly eluded dire straits.

Oz suppose during whirlwind Kansas tour,

while snatching forty winks

in toto working out kinks,

I experienced revelation

regarding divine creator - Egypt me

never securing life, liberty

and pursuit of happiness

elusive weltanschauung as understanding,

the mysterious Sphinx,

yes essentially zilch joie de vivre

minus high jinks

aptly summarizes mein kampf methinks

my life and hard times

whereby vitriol pelted me

courtesy those rat finks.

Nihilistic zeitgeist

apocalyptic outlook sacrificed

no redemption no matter

how figuratively purposelessness sliced

unlike mum man crucified Jesus Christ.