My Treatment Plan

Electroconvulsive therapy,
a last ditch avail
able effort optioned, aye bewail
as desperation if standard

psychological measures peter
out leave ving paul tree
(paltry) choice, and blackmail
ling Doctor Frankenstein

out of the question, cuz
accidental discover re:
visa vis could yield (ahem) grave
zero APR, hence bad

(bon jovian) medicine
sought as precautionary
measure to countervail
undesirable repercussions

hoop fully curtail
ling any unexpected derail
ment, thus every nitty gritty detail,
asper my treatment plan

made purposely intractable
courtesy Matthew Scott Harris,
to flummox decrypting
this daunting task, whose

hair brained scheme didst entail
hatching with Sam I am
(of Doctor Zeus fame)...Oh...My...G___
egg gads no fail-

safe recourse, should shell shock
Electroconvulsive – formerly electric shock
therapy even slip an infinitesimal jot
offsetting requisite

exactly predicted results
yes, even if precision errs
by a mere clipped fingernail...
the sought after outcome

(devised on the fly - by night
Reddit writer above named author)
must absolutely dovetail
with The Elements of Style

or very close
facsimile thereof, anyway
strict requirements quality controlled
with results tubby

sent as email
to Strunk and White,
who will flail
like some GMO gone awry

(if patient accidentally electrocuted)
finding them to become
instantaneously petrified and frail
looking analogous to

witnessing the Holy Grail
shattering into a bajillion pieces,
whereby the heavens,
would reign hail

scaring every last man,
woman, and child to hightail
donned in heavy duty boots
studded with many a hobnail

with duff feet, sans long arm of
law and order on their heels,
and if any scapegoats nabbed
definitely consigned to jail

without chance of parole to prevail
no matter guilty might sail
to some tropical island awash
with countless carbon copies
of Euell Gibbons doppelganger,
and Swiss Alpine like mountains to scale.