My Probable Fate (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Candidate for spontaneous human combustion – it is
13° Celsius, softly raining, I’m warm enough to wear
a sleeveless camp top and short track-suit pants, it’s
better than freezing cold, I’m not complaining, just
making peace with my probable fate after hand-

Washing my darling illegal pink fleeces & enjoying
phenomenological existence; my whole world reduced
to laundry joy; tonight I feel as if the day was wasted,
depressed, yet these fleeces cannot be subjected to
washing machine attacks – it destroys special clothing;

Then I watched A Thousand Ways To Die, realised I’m
burning up – serves me right for failing to oblige my
friend Michelle, she sent Me The Life And Times of
the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire
to read and I failed

Style of imitation realism & fake adult content is not
enchanting, searched text, did not find anything to
relate to – let me prepare for my probable demise &
plan a better life for tomorrow should spontaneous
human combustion fail to end to my sorrows…