Toilet Seat Covers Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

How about that illusion of security huh?
Padded corners, hand sanitizers...
We die anyway.
This isn't a woeful poem about meaningless existence,
I just think it's funny how reluctant we are to try change.
If the things we do daily can kill us as quickly as taking risks, why not?
'Man struck by car while waiting for bus.'
'Woman crushed by own refrigerator.'
Silly headlines preface the headstones we were born to lay below,
But I want mine to say something exciting.
Front page, single spaced, centerfold-included article
About how I went down in flames.
Remember me.