I forgot my code for the Euthanasia Hole in the Wall Machine.(Or…Suicide is pinless?)
Wear me down each chance you get
Cast my hopes adrift
Take my final smiling breath
My extreme function's parting gift.
Wrap your sores with my despair
To stem the flow of your weeping wounds
For though by my hand, were they made
The court of your peers, know I had good grounds
For endless layers of woe is me
May precipitate some poetry
But herein lies the rub, and worse
You've drained me of all joyous verse
My death-mask is setting as I lay here
A memento demento souvenir
It was meant for you, but now, tis too late
I coughed when I started to suffocate.
The Grim Reaper warned me, I am his debter
So I might try again,
………….
………….
when the weather gets better.
favorite lines: For endless layers of woe is me May precipitate some poetry ....... .....................but it would have been easier for ME if you had enclosed 'woe is me'. yeah, like i just did. i would like to use a euthanasia machine. where can i find one? ? i think all who are no longer euthful should know about it. and no pin required? well, maybe not such a good idea. but suicide includes more than euthanasia. i also love the idea of suicide being available, but perhaps after required-counseling, ...........by ME. and then don't bury or burn, but use for food for the needy. bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write here, enjoyed it. Annette