Death Gong Poem by Chris Goss

I feel so utterly and totally wrong
Just want to hear the death gong
Departing this earth without a song
I just feel it will not be too long
Signified by a golden drum bong
I certainly don't feel very strong
I have always thought girlies wrong thong
To this world I don't want to belong
I never wanted to be in a choir sing song
I feel like a rancid smelly dung
Odious like foetid malodorous pong
I certainly don't feel a picture well hung
Never been susceptible to a bung
Never spoken with a forked tongue
And have had this feeling for so long
It has been a thread all along
I have never deserved to be seen as wrong
That I reckon has been that thread so long