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DESPAIR

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YELL - LOW
doth echo...cho...ho...o into thee abyss oh NO
my angst riddled psyche feels crushed cuz, i iz PO'
and riches would be a balmy salvation to ROW
away from the chasm - where i could topple head o'er TOE
thus...the fickle finger of fate with assist from Trump - VETO
a plea to being pitched into a state of WOE!
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Despite countless factorial permutations
& combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms
seeking succor asper sum er set Maugham 
Mom mee whiz sic cure human bondage, 
boot metastatic carcinoma snatched such balms
when tethered in utero umbilical connection, 
etched bromide, which hankering calms
embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks 
constantly subjected to exams
from the hard school of hard knocks
which i bewail sets back and gloms
mine aim to revel in blissful contentment
but circumstances decrees otherwise 
cursing this chap tubby haunted 
by veritable elfin grotto dwelling phantoms 
hovering over sweet clover dials a mirage
yes...iris sieve blurbs from gals and guys
that span the World Wide Web, and exude
premature ejaculatory x2c, puzzled if fie
totally tubularly trod a tedious trek 
along the boulevard of broken dreams
what happenstance oft finds thyself to flail
amidst difficulty to maximize 
optimal opportunities searching for Holy Grail
or whatever constitutes such lofty 
personal objective, perchance being hale
and hearty of body, mind and spirit 
spurs the furies of fate tut test this primate 
while he aims to gallop with mighty industrial
vim and vigor leaving a virtual red cloud 
of dust, though mindfulness helps 
to pass go, and chance avoid jail
time, then maybe monopolized feedback offered 
to this toothless mwm quasi-vegetarian 
enjoying poetry stone soup, yet also subsisting 
on supplementary vitamin packed glue tin free 
NON GMO fruity tall tales for a male 
forty-two years shy sans bing a centenarian, 
which span of life best cut short with a nail
(possibly nine inches) hammered into 
faux coffin, cuz this imp doth turn pale
at the prospect to fill up a space of land 
best utilized by birds - such as quail
mongoose, or ibis (though aye n'er saw 
one), where cremated ashes sail
across some verdant plain under 
cerulean skies putting to rest every travail
which thoughts of dem eyes spells 
relief since homelessness - 
the main impetus explaining this rambling spiel
the warp and woof ova gauzy veil
imperceptibly looms closer upon 
turrets of my digital sea faring gun whale
and thus desperation finds pleading for salvation.
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Matthew Scott Harris, a lifetime americaonline 
meme bur hastens to convey dire
crisis sparking to offer electric nom de plume 
Harris40tude a papa who did sire
deux darling daughters, yet for ages hive stung 
with hurt early, whence fatherhood did fire
meow n childhoods' end fostering people
strangers even fork getting this communication, 
per S0S sprinkled with auk shucks corny, 
egret - letting opportunities take flight aspire
now why aspire pleasure 
soft as gossamer feather bedding 
down play hardened angst riddled psyche, where ire
ronny stubbornly thrives amidst 
adversity as father time spins the gyre 
row scope at greased lightening speed, 
intimating with dead reckoning to hire
the grim reaper, who whiz patient 
as Job, and exemplary at ridding mire
and muck bogs down this dada robbing 
existence with joie de vivre, where funeral pyre
doth flickr beckoning godaddy, cuz 
Juno i haint gonna hear angelic choir
or equivalent enlightenment re: 
home sweet home, this atheist doggedly tire
so haim trying keep sea legs 
one step ahead of tipping point
envision self pitched into abyss - thus end of wire.

 

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