To Disappear - Poem by Richard Jarboe
I appeared here a while ago,
I had no say on the arrangement made,
Yet rules say you're not allowed to disappear
Until some death ticket allows you to fade.
Personally I take offense to that,
it seems I'm a slave to the fates,
Once I'm a ghost I can disappear at will,
But first I must pass the pearly gates.
Who keeps track of this mess?
I watch logs disappear in my fireplace,
No trouble, no threats of Hell,
To disappear as a log goes rather well.
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