Joe Doe Goes To The Cremo-Depot Poem by Austin Lockwood

Drinking from the bottle
I open up the throttle
this life is cruel
but it's all cool
not caring if I live or die
whats the point if I even try
I like this life of numbing ease
where I do exactly what I please
if I happen to die porch diving
The hospital is not where you'll be driving
The morgue is your next destination
For on my chest I've marked a request for no resuscitation
Ive payed my taxes every stinking year
And in my mind my only fear
Is the money the city will get for the price of my decomposition
I don't want them to have that position
I think I'll seek the cheapest route
For when my lights finally do go out
I hope there is a place to do a cheap cremo
Maybe its called the cremo-depot
Ill cheat the system and make my name Joe Doe
And ill get a discount at the cremo depot
I have it all figured out
this is what my life is all about