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
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