Mine mortal flesh can finally escape...

Though mentally, physically,
and spiritually healthy... meth
hood dolled logy
hoop fully, ideally, joyfully...
unannounced twill be mine death
without forewarning thine
grand finale allocated breath

best surprise visit me
(without reason nor rhyme)
ye grim reaper, when mine
sands of time spell season
bound to thee afterlife
existence null and void treason

legitimately trumped up...
attested zee pitiful wreckage
emotionally/psychologically
scarred upon exiting stage
within throes of puberty,
now smoldering with livid rage
against corporeal complex edifice
forever scotched page

indelibly etched since
childhood's end, I surmise stunted
(albeit physically, but
much greater severity
social development quashed,
milestones acquired courtesy
dating forewent, aye gauge.

Mine youthfulness prized
and cherished, understandable
against transforming into
winded, withered, and wizened
decrepit senior citizen
plagued with incontinence I balk,

especially if lovely bones
though become fragile as chalk
quasi (figurative) eraserhead
accentuating folks to gawk
one redeeming quality
yours truly gifted with eye of hawk

plus uncanny ability
to screech (think sharp nails scraping
across blackboard), where
captive audience doth squawk
gleeful yours truly (unfortunate
trounced scapegoat) dishes, doles, and dumps
lavish portions vicious bullies

bittersweet just desserts courtesy nasal talk
(mine), cuz I got cursed as mutant
with submucous cleft palate
split uvula evident approximately
same time I learned to walk.

Ah... whence yours truly no longer
linkedin among livingsocial
aging baby boomer rang body electric
haggard and weatherworn
analogous to old matted (Scottish)
cherished overcoat good and
plenti patched, ripped, tattered and torn

perfect as many an ideal schmatte
(Yiddish pronunciation SHmädə)
enshrouding me of corpse
rigor mortis granting freedom
acquired once consciousness
avidly, decidedly, gladly..., shorn,
corporeal flesh repurposed,

relinquished, and reincarnated reborn
metaphorically witnessing vibrant
unparalleled transcendent splendour
nsync with awakening within Edenic morn...
suddenly knowing eternal salvation
(angst axed avowed atheist attests)
will forever end feeling forlorn,

no particular explanation nursery rhyme
Jimmy crack corn
and I don't care
came to mind only willing
anticipating permanent relief
vamoose psychological distress
since day I got born.