Please Quietly Build Me A Flibbertigibbet

(alternately titled:
this stoned temple pilot ready for Styx)

I hate tubby a nuisance
boot ma checking account...
suffered a major hit strafed
with a shock king
(difficult to absorb) 'bout
mid morning today August fourteenth,
tooth how sand eighteen

and got rushed with clout
to the nearest emergency triage facility,
the doctors (all
named Piggy Penny Banks)

shook their head with doubt
prognosis for recovery requires more'n
just a dime a dozen,
(or quarter back) appeal,
hence my plea for posting,

this helter skelter heroic measure
summarily and in fact
donate myself (earning Purple Heart
as a non veteran)
bone a (er) fide done deal

yea, aye even forgo thine
cock a doodle doo lil pecker,
which minimally doth
newt rue, stir, nor ring

atrophied house broken
barely visible prick tis docile, and
(like a game cock)
willy nilly able

at a moe mince notice
dir wreck lee (stand stiff)
head over heal
no...no..no, though

strut that eye feel rendered poverty stricken,
a sudden dark mood
finds me less eager tubby alive
asper thine primary (albeit only)

checking account poorly
weathered a kamikaze nose dive
with the plight of pennilessness
unexpectedly looming...

(parental advisory) breaking news at five,
when motley crews auto be buzzing
like a b52 sized bee hive
ah...mine posthumous fame,
and fortune posse sub bully

as palliative relieving
grave gallows humor
small consolation, whereat
I cannot fathom to facebook,
snapchat, nor do the shutterfly jive!