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hallawayjoe Andyland 2014-11-02 11:09 AM And when I die Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) |
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And When I die I want to donate my body to poetry I want a fire cracker put in my ass I want to go out with an orgasm that lasts As long as this poem An erection that stays up Even after the rest of me goes limp I want to be wearing a suit and tie and shades So that I look like one of the men in black or the blues brothers I want to let out a fart so bad that someone will say It smells like death in here and all the ghosts will pop Out of the walls Come down and say duh! When I die I want my body preserved and stuffed I want to be wrapped up like a mummy And dance like everyone's watching I bet my skeleton can do a badass gang ham style When I die I want to be remembered As great in the sack When I die I want to leave millions to charities No strings attached Even AJ's Poutine for humanity fund When I die I want a double dose of LSD 25 and ecstasy and A bottle of Michelin Ultra because I have bad taste And I'm on a diet When I die I want you all there with me Not that I want you to die too Which inevitably, you will But I want you to watch me die And hold hands and cry And sing kumbayah and At my last poetry slam I want you to give me a ten Because your really giving yourself s 10 And I want you to gasp And reflect In profound silence Not just because this poem is badass which if you ask me I don't mind saying it is in my opinion a pretty nifty piece of work Not that it means anything really For we can't measure the value of our lives in numbers Or in words We can only love each other and let the rest go.... |
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