Sheldon Carruthers

Veteran Poet - 1,345 Points (25/2/73 / Romford)

Last Dance - Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

I need a gun to blow my brains out
A knife to slit my throat
A noose to tie around my neck but then I'd need some rope
Some pills to swallow down me
An exhaust pipe to blow out smoke
A building to jump off of
At least one fine way to croke

Comments about Last Dance by Sheldon Carruthers

  • (5/14/2017 11:18:00 AM)

    Hoping you decide to kill yourself very slowly- like the rest of us.
    An entertaining piece, Sheldon.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

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