Terri, the Pope, and I
I pray Almighty,
my freakazoid parents
the self-proclaimed-pulpits
of puritanical pious
and pompous selfish
keep their cult like claws
away from my throat,
and respect my
sanctimonious death wish.
Otherwise, I may have to kill them.
Or at least break their hearts.
I am with that crazy ass Pope.
Let them pull the plug!
Draft me not for life support
puncutated by agonizing bedsores.
And Heaven forbid,
please keep me from them
dragging my fragile bones
disgracefully through the courts
and turning my private slip
into a public script.
Please, please, please,
I pray they leave
my morphine shell alone.
Let me sleep
in sweet psychodelic dreams.
Let me sleep in peace.
Amen.
Copyright © Dean Walker | Year Posted 2005
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