The downplayed hazard of swallowing vitamins a -z

Ofttimes, I nearly find myself choking,
and frantically beck-kin ing
for immediate intervention in vain,
and my time is a piece of wax
falling on a termite
that's choking on the splinters...
analogous to swallowing a vitamin
that gets stuck in my throat
and the story of mein kampf
flashes before myopic eyes
of mine, and suddenly panic
ensues jump/kick starting an
immediate repentance of all
misdeeds perpetrated since...
birth, particularly when emerging
out chrysalis of boyhood to young
adulthood becoming aware
how yours truly affected
those people who came
in contact with me,
whether directly or indirectly,
acquaintances, family, friends,
strangers, et cetera, even women,
who text and sext me
thru Facebook Messenger,
whereat my accidental and untimely death
linkedin to foreign body airway obstruction (FBAO)
after swallowing one of countless
over the counter vitamins
ironically in an attempt to stave off
contracting a contagious mortal illness,
cuz I wanted to live a healthy life
at least reaching the bicentenarian milestone
regaling younger generations
before mine instantaneous,
horrendous, grievous and frivolous
exit stage door left,
(one signature catchphrase
the ghost of Snagglepuss would envy),
whereat next of kin
found lifeless body
of Matthew Scott Harris
gratefully dead no longer truckin
from a most horrid demise,
not even Saving Private
Ryan Grace could resuscitate,
on the plus side,
he avoided fallout linkedin
after three Musk kit tears
trumpeted MAGA nuff fa cent
complements of Project 2025,
which manifesto asphyxiated
and practically snuffed out life,
liberty and the pursuit of happiness
for better or worse,
(and from this point,
the poem takes on a life of its own)
deleterious dirty deeds done dirt cheap
courtesy the forty seventh president,
(whose name cannot be uttered
in polite society
lest bringing about misfortune),
yet whose administration imperiled
bedrock of democracy,
which manifesto asphyxiated
and practically snuffed out life,
liberty and the pursuit of happiness
for better or worse,
thankfully I escaped webbed
wide global depredations
by dint of unexpected series
of unfortunate events
courtesy being defeated
videlicet grim reaper,
whereby the coroner averred
the deceased succumbed
to a rather torturous demise
before the end of the world as we know it
leaving two grown daughters
and a wife, (whom he wed July 1996)
and lived happily ever after
yeah right - in his whet dreams
banging on the doors
qua openings or access points
to this collective psychic realm
housing Spiritus Mundi
to be welcomed into the realm.