Let me die a delightful
Death,
Not snuggled up bedbug tight,
In my whiteys and unicorn pajamas,
But gunned down on my feet,
Because I refused to kneel in chains.
Let me not ease myself
Into an afterlife,
Through occasional aches
And pains,
And dementia's anesthetized
Strife,
But in a drug-fueled
Old age pensioner's orgy,
In Belgian chocolate sponsored
Viral video.
Let me die a delightful
Death,
With a wake
To make the devil himself blush
(Hell, put Lucifer on the guest list and
Have him wait outside in the rain)
Be sure the poor are
First in the door.
Let me die a delightful
Death,
Littered with friendships
And emotional car wrecks,
That skittered along the edge,
Trembling with the tension
From the fear of falling.
Let me die a delightful
Death,
Not knocking on its door,
Mind you,
Nor afraid to shake
The reapers hand,
But knowing that these few
Paltry words;
I brought some beauty into
View,
That I gave more to you,
Than you to me,
Before I stepped inside
The fading forgotten.
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My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
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