Drama With a Rope
he wanted to die lonely
a rope in the hands
up a tree he rushed
but a cobra was seeing
down he dropped rapidly
earning with it broken ribs
“I wanted to die surely
but not the type up there
a selfish death is sweet
a lonely one it should be
with no one to watch me
no creature to report me
that cobra spoiled things
joy of death is robbed me
this rope must go, then
cobra must stop interfering
for a lonesome chance die
and I die while laughing
in a lonely bush far away
it is cowards who die daily
on death-bed their on backs
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