Life is a constant oscillation between the sharp horns of dilemmas.
~ Henry Louis Mencken
Who cares if I but die today
or a day after, for all I care,
There's nothing else to do or say
No thoughts to write or share…
Why would I linger on in despair?
So let me live my last days my way
To drink, dance, cheat, steal or lie,
You are welcome to join, if you may,
I'll feast and frolic, least worried to die
drinking wine, whiskey, rum and rye.
If I do none but good deeds and pray,
Will you guarantee heaven when I die?
I'll be honest and walk a straight way
On the words of the Lord I shall rely…
Will I then in Paradise blissfully lie?
Oh, I am aware about the afterlife,
I rather enjoy this life here and now
Neither heaven I crave nor eternal life
Unless you wanna go first somehow
Verify this place with joys did endow.
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