OKAY? WHAT FIEND STOLE THY BODY ELECTRIC!?

thine distorted reflection rippled

within rain maker's pool upon a midnight clear

full moonlight flooded shallow abyss,

cleaved fractal structures of silence

reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere

to infinity, whence magic wand

whipped out from whereabouts unknown

wove enchanting spell atop me shades

at more'n fifty gray hair

to fore, awakened from drunken stupor,

whence sober self

saw repulsive trouper fluid dynamic image jeer

at pot bellied, dead panned,

and ad libbed the mere

ore image lam bent, mutilated spindled

various aspects of myself a paired

which, aghast at such creepy distortion i didst rear

like a bucking bronco unclear

how this horrid, jagged, limned paragon did wear

a grotesque from heart of darkness – maybe Zaire

or Zulu-land, this soaked silhouette half bare

from the waist to head showed unmanly

sagging overly engorged breasts

plus right and left elephant sized ear

egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME,

yet upon performing self exam a glare

ring outburst ensued,

cuz thy once bronzed handsome physique

grist for a Joker to jeer

and fodder made for television series created,

directed, and executed by Norman Lear

which role might be temporary for Halloween, but near

lee every SINGLE day and night,

thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked,

leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared

to accept, roistering, rollicking,

rueing this Frankenstein scarred

complex deplorable edifice able,

ready, and willing to be tarred

rather than evince flabbiness,

gruesome homeliness, instance

when no objection would arise

to live out the remaining days of this life

as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles...

and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward

with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly,

gummy self activated door

leading to a privet hedge row trimmed

topiary resplendent yard

cuz every cotton pickin, friggin,

fingerhut lickin portal iz barreddated Friday the thirteenth

with muff face on that card!