The Death of Me

I heard today on the radio news about diet soda's bodily abuse yesterday's bit, a blood-soaked whack about my likely acute heart attack I remember well my last cigarette years peeled away, never to get back to an ever longer life cutting truth with sharpened knife that too much carbs will metabolize my body to twice it's natural size and also, all that fat I'm ingesting will contribute to my heart arresting crossing against a light, the J-walk trot seems so pedestrian, could hurt...a lot some terrorist's bomb, a flash done quick more preferable than linger, diseased and sick or maybe the decades old saccharine that I used to drink will do me in or a cranial aneurysm, a stroke ungenius a wikileak bloody, arterial or venous my cell phone may irradiate my head and leave me the message that I'm dead tomorrow something will, I'm sure be found to insure that I'm no longer around until then I'll continue on my path trying to avoid the Angel of Death's wrath will several billion or so, patient souls remember that they have little control so could just one notice, I'm the absentee and remember something was the death of me © Goode Guy 2011-05-24