Heavy duty seismic coughing wracks my whole body electric leveling all bonafide structures versus a shallow shudder much like an earthquake measured on a Richter Scale, where the former tectonic force shatters my body electric formerly known as mine solidly built structure tearing down to smithereens the once entire complex edifice known as Matthew Scott Harris, whereas the latter temblor merely rattles and hums said lovely bones.
Yours truly feels
physically miserable aye
my entire will power
put thru the paces
prompting me to say bye
to the webbed wide world,
though many family
and friends would cry
if this one out of billions
suddenly took to bed and did die
but if they could only espy
how covid-19 assails me
by even at a distance
undertake a flyby
they may understand
existential nihilism of this guy
and soon after hereby
reading these words
analogous to casting pearls to swing
little would they appreciate exit
stage door left versus
suffering courtesy the incubi
to remain alive ranks
as a worse fate than death,
hence to succumb
to the trademark grim reaper
with his trademark scythe
would be analogous
and be self evident
to refrain from asking why
living with coronavirus.

Soon after merely mentally processing the grave thought to be free and clear of coronavirus analogous to an incurable diagnosis of microscopic malware bytes, the ***** deed done dirt cheap will be a done deal, and a soul asylum will be granted when a grateful dead state will repurpose yours truly after he undergoes being cremated, whereby his cremains will be scattered across the four points of the compass forever being reconstituted into the biosphere infiltrating many animal and plant species as organic nutriment.

Essential elements of harried style
unique to yours truly who did cling
to the apron strings
of mommy dearest
a flirtatious woman
who did feign appear
to engage in a extramarital fling
she long since passed away -
May 5th, 2025 marking
the anniversary of her death
analogous to a topnotch ballplayer
clinching the last inning
of their phenomenal sports career
though long since
buried wrapped in lustring
long ago their corpse swiftly tailored
into raw bits of matter
some may even have found their way
into "Powdermilk biscuits, offering
a heavenly taste and also
a perfect snack to ring
in the new year being expeditious
and made from threshed whole wheat
(think scythes that upswing)
that give shy persons
the strength to get up and do
while criss crossing pedestrian xing
what needs to be done"
and boy could
they have come in good stead
during my days as a quiet
and practically withdrawn boy.

Sure as the sun will shine come the morrow, the phrase often attributed as the postman's motto could also double up as the grim reaper motto such that "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swiftly tailored harried styled completion of their appointed rounds". While there is no official USPS motto, this inscription, located at the James A. Farley Post Office in New York City, is a tribute to postal workers and comes from an ancient Greek text by Herodotus.

Now a closing bitta bing bitta bang
of trivia about the scythe
which symbolizes the Grim Reaper's role
able, eager, willing and ready
to pull down the leader of any gang
and as the "reaper" of souls,
using the tool in the same way
a farmer harvests crops
to cut down the "wheat"
of human lives,
which symbol of both
the end of life
and the natural cycle
of birth, growth, and death.
whereat such imagery
comes from combining
the Roman god of time, Cronus
(who was also
a harvest god with a sickle),
with the medieval plague period
when artists began to personify death.