Last Dance Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

Last Dance

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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

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