Going, going, gone
I could kill you by overdose
But then you’d become comatose
What’s death without fear?
Better to do it very slow
A little poison in your Coke
Watch you disappear
Received 6th place in "Any Twisted Poem" contest
Received 8th place in "Tail-rhyme" contest
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