Disappointed Devil - Hood Das Fume And Fret

'Curse darned demon
of that thar
underworld nudged me abet
as a permanent solution

to a temporary problem
i.e. principally no money
and rising debt
not for a long time didst

I feel so distressed didst,
where no amount of
optimism could get
back joie de vivre ebullient elan,

that oft times fines me jet
ting hither and yon, to and fro,
until spent energy met
fatigue, whence sand

man gave his pet
tickle yore sleep inducing
sprinkling granular set
tat heave, albeit

non off fence sieve tet
deep slumber didst
hone like a whet
stone, less drastic alternative versus

welcoming grim reaper, yet
eventually, aye reckon
this human machine
moost give up the ghost

boot not now,
cuz this moment hike ken boast...,
an immediate diminution
of anguish, viz unlike as told

yesterday, the monthly doled
social security automatic direct
electronic deposit extolled
joyus relief, viz checking account

death rattle didst sense a gold
din shimmer and em bold
qua slight monetary profusion
lowering destitution,

asper dearth of monies
allowing ease to un fold,
which severe dire straits rolled
forward respite

with money for nothing
oppressive full (rick kitty)
full Nelson neck
i.e. near choke hold

rejuvenated brittle psyche mold
during self feeling auld
also attendant temp
purred critical pull

away woe decreased yielding
(all "talk" and no action),
following thru with desperate,
sans destructive (irreversible)

actions unable to hold,
metaphorical tiger of despair
by the figurative tail,
where soul of mine

almost got "sold"
for a pittance (NOT penitence)
to the Prada devil
(or similar facsimile thereof)
rational self didst scold

spewing idle "FAKE"
hollw we ning suicidal threats,
not necessarily bold
cuz, this scribe did not write

his last (nor first,
second, third...) will
and testament before death,
would hove found
me stiff and cold.