My ebbing physical prowess and strength

noticeably decreases in one direction.

I take lock, stock and barrel

to revisit good ole days of yore

quite conscious undeclared state of war

prevails within body electric of troubadour

now seated at his Macbook Pro
another reasonably rhyming poem

I hope to score

signalled by satisfaction

qua eye of the tiger

doth unknowingly

make Katy Perry fan roar

today February 18, 2023.

Since January thirteenth of this year

(two thousand and twenty three),

yours truly suddenly feels

long in the tooth (actually

I wear dentures), nevertheless

yours truly languishes within

self made prison and feels auld,

a shy person, who rarely exhibited bold
lack the benefit of powder milk biscuits,

he whose decrepit body and

gnarled hands ice cold

rigor mortis virtuous vice grip extolled

inoculated against coronavirus

(COVID-19) motherlode

staving off silent grim reaper

swinging scythe catching

(in Old English, scythe spelled siðe)

another mortal into his fold

analogous to discovered vein of mined gold

mine lovely bones clutched in deathly hold

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 courtesy

subtle nod auctioneer told
across webbed wide wold.

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
where I bumbled along

and learned how to boogie woogie and jive

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 Le(a)d Zeppelin 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 (zee oz born during

baby boom generation)

and 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

kidnapped without ransom

concerning grateful dead heist

how figuratively purposelessness sliced

unlike mum man crucified Jesus Christ.