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.