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In The Rug Gad Throes Of Anticipatory Anxiety

In The Rug Gad Throes Of Anticipatory Anxiety

Frenzied anguish precipitated Matt chew
Scott Harris, with
unrelenting, unescapable,
and unbearable despair, grew

wing by leaps and bounds,
which fraught gloom didst hew
mindset equalled nought
(Gordian knot) i.e.

zero ambition tubby
alive, and concomitantly
brought if only you knew,
wrought unbearable toxic brew

to pinpoint the exact clue
how being penniless I do
attest, this compounded zilch money
agonized by quite

a stack - more'n a few
monthly bills past due,
thus aye rue
min hated, the least loo

pee, and most painless
final solution of this Jew
wish atheist, (these
utterances absolutely true),

no "FAKE king," trump
petting, yawping foam
minted psychosomatic ague,
whereat mine mental state hue

mon gust lee off kilter,
with hum moo
zing thoughts of
palm lee strangling myself,

(or hiring sum
handsome fist responder to slew),
me the way - no
cho king) till I go

totally tubularly blue
in the face, em
barking on undo
wobble decision, said permanent

exodus from life,
this scribe dost view
as last saving grace,
this self woo

man eye zing,
(nada so amazing),
ye might poo poo
such drastic desperation,

non heroic measures stew
pa head and er ration
hubble grim foray
exacerbated predisposition

to panic/ anxiety attacks,
the alluring temptation
hi with Andy Lee drew
to bid bid adieu

to hard scrabble existence,
and in summer re: goo
winter becoming cremated powder,
(with urn nest to dog -
un woof hoot

table Sirius ness), wharf few
if any tsuris -
(Yiddish for aggravation),
NO ash lee zero distress,
would upend resting
in a bajillion pieces.

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