hinterlands of thee netherlands

rew4er2nail

oft times ('specially

these latter unsainted days and nights)

death doth haunt me atheistic zeitgeist

which thoughts of my demise

crowds out purposeful thinking in twitching mind kempf

paradigm of this atheist hence, he betook himself

to this MacBook Pro, while swiss side dull ideations

for professional intercession, could not wait

asper affecting s cathartic,

emetic, harmonic tete a tete

and providing a meaningful surrogate

to expunge morbid mental state

accessed Open Office

and let fingers (of left hand) do talking heads

to an imaginary therapist across qwerty keyboard

allowing, enabling, and at quickest typing rate

striving to cap cha dismal, gloomy,

and ill lust tree us deplorable mood aye e quate

with pitching into a bottomless abyss where pate

fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO –

a last repast the grim reaper did orchestrate

gluten free, an extra heavy dose

of monosodium gluti Nate

which ingredient doth BuzzFeed thine appetite

for total mortal exter minate

'thou no need fermi to rush,

where angels fear to tread, cuz but better late

than never, the apothegm, credo, ethos...Kate

(the caterer maintains an open exit from life,

and cares only that each soul doth feel elan,

joi de vivre, and psalm times

a leaper chants, ecstatically finally

gustatory humming dont jubilate

for your final homecoming, or else

the mailer daemon lived, a devilish life will instigate

a de coup age d'etat, but such extreme

measure for measure heed doth hate

yet exceptions always made for a date

particularly when henchmen to die for

golden opportunity

to snatch a generic guy a create

an underground soiree will cease,

when ashes master

of hell raising circumstances twill use as bait

let underground missionary be my advocate.

 

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2017 18:31
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 10
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