This is offered just for you a mechanism of accommodation
a plan if u will or perhaps if you will not... who is to say
Anyway for only pennies a day u can have it your way
die rite... nite or day... something you may prefer to delay
But as they oft say... it might happen today
as we all fade away, die or otherwise expire....
Along the way...
Sometimes it happens obscure on a couch while watching tv
but this morbid thought does not apply to me..as soon as
today..! ! !
Well you don't say...? ? ?
Maybe in a brilliant flourish.. a blaze of glory.. something quite gory a person such as I should come to an end with only a much told story
Your basic every day death in ten and a half D.. does not appeal u see....everything must go my way, perhaps in a big-n-bright splendid flash alas
Leaving none left to see what has happened to me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We try to script a scenario for death that will give it deep meaning. As your poem wittily shows, our minds are too restless to settle on a single, and death cannot be caught in our conceptual net, no more than life can.