Thick With This...

 
This t h i c k n e s s…it’s a sickness that thoroughly haunts me,  
With a thousand thrilling theatrics through and through,  
And therewith in the pith of these themes who’d thought,  
That the affable aesthetics would methodically taunt me too.  
Therefore I find these thoughts so soothing and therapeutic,  
Unearthing enthralling myths as if seeking a path to the truth,  
Thus I must theorize, or perhaps hypothesize that going forth,  
I am a thespian in the theater of the mind to my withered youth.  
With every breath I slowly wreathe between tongue and teeth,  
Seething with thirst immersed in depth of the sleuthing thread,  
I feel this thesis throbs, though smoothly with thwacking thuds,  
Tethering the nether part of my mouth and through to my head.  
I think I’m thorny but this thingamajig is north of ordinary,  
Amid a throng of thrusting verses thrashing in a chorus,  
Bathing in the wealth of ideas and thoughts altogether,  
With a strength three times t h i c k e r than my thesaurus.  
Don’t dither and come hither,  
It’s a threatening deathly thunder you’ll both love and loath,  
Then let me spread, or rather slather the word so t h i c k l y,  
With width and girth the thriving idiom is primed for growth.  
T h i c k.