Not Going To Fit Poem by Nicky Turner

When you die I will laugh
With all these emotions in my mind
I can’t see that ghastly design
But when the things I’m thinking spill to paper
Like blood to the floor,
Everyone worries, I tell them worry no more

Now, your dead your body laid to rest
I think of the times when I’m happiest.
These times when I cut and bleed
The times when you where full of dread
I can’t tell you what deaths plan is but,
I tell you know I’ll cut my own wrists

I don’t like being told what to do
You knew that and told me boo- hoo
Well look at you know you’re under the ground
You didn’t choose you death, just your chariot
Locked away in a coffin for the bugs to eat
When I die I’ll be burnt, like a witch

They’ve used that technique since middle ages
It’s better then underground
I’m going to live my life until I choose to die
Amongst my kind the ones who don’t fear death
There’s a design for all of us
But, me I’m just not going to fit! !