Dreaming of a Nice Quiet Death
My macabre thoughts are kicking my guts around today.
Suicidal? No. But I would not be that opposed to a killing.
Just kidding. Snicker. Snicker.
Have I taken my Lithium? Shut up!
My funeral will be nonexistent
For by then I will have alienated everyone
No one to peer into the casket
Maybe strangers. Funeral music. Dreary and dark.
I refuse to let them embalm me, kicking tubes out of their hands
At the last second they want to shut the lid
Not knowing why my coffin is suggesting it.
I sit up during the service
Everyone shrieks and screams.
Both of them
My sister and her fifth husband
She’s on three now, but she drops them quickly
My mood wanders away laughing
I hear the snickering and close my eyes
Dreaming of a nice quiet death
Under the sea, being pulled down by a merman
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