It Goes Without Being – Said? Poem by Mark Heathcote

It goes without being - said.
“You’re better off dead.”
Like a ladybird bug,
In the pre-painted
Window, crack snug.

It goes without being - said.
“You’re better off dead.”
There’s nought worth, living for…
Why, bother your head.
With, worries outpour…

“Look” it goes without being - said.
“You’re better off dead.”
Ask; your old dad, if he can be
Bothered to get out of bed…
He learnt it a long time-ago…

“You’re better off dead.”
“Son”, don’t you see!
I don’t want…?
…Grandchildren sitting on my knee…
They’re better off dead “son” don’t you, agree.