Hello fiends,
This is an excerpt from a little book of death poems I’m working on called “101 Ways To Die, Accidents, Murders, And Other Techniques To Lose A Life.” There will be many more of these to come in the near future.
There is nothing better
When your legs start to hurt
Than sitting in your recliner
After a day of hard work
A beer in one hand
Cigarette in the other
The television flickers
As sleep begins to smother
Your muscles unwind
Rapid heart beat slows down
Breath becomes shallow
Now only blackness surrounds
Your cold beverage spirals
To the carpet below
Followed by your cancer stick
And a flame begins to grow
It starts with the rug
Then moves toward the chair
Ignites your clothing
Then your body hair
You awaken much too late
In this situation most dire
Just to scream out loud
While you are consumed by fire
Thanks for reading,
~Curtis Rx
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