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