Week Eight. 20. Danny.
I'LL DIE ONE DAY
I DON'T KNOW HOW
I DON'T KNOW WHY
BUT I
WILL
die.
BE IT DROWNING
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA.
BE IT STABBED
BY A CRAZY SERIAL KILLER.
BE IT OVERDOSED
ON A PILL TOO MANY.
BE IT LOST
IN A SEA OF UNFINISHED DREAMS.
i'll die...
I KNOW I TRY
TO SOUND LIKE I
AM THE BRAVEST
DOUCHEBAG OF ALL TIME.
AS IF EVEN DEATH,
THE ULTIMATE FEAR
OF MAN AND DEMON,
CAN'T TOUCH ME.
but i cower every time
i ready for work.
I WILL CORRECT MY SUIT
SMILE IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR,
BRUSH MY HAIR THE SIXTIETH TIME.
ALL IN THE NAME
OF BEAUTY INCOMPARABLE.
TO ENSURE I LOOK
RAVISHING.
it'd be nice to die smiling
and in a suit
after all.
I WILL KISS MY WIFE
SOFTLY ON THE CHEEK,
REMIND HER I LOVE HER
AS ROMEO DID JULIET.
AND I'LL TELL HER SHE
LOOKS EVER BEAUTIFUL
EVEN IF SHE HASN'T SHOWERED
EVEN IF SHE'S STILL GROGGY
AND THERE'S A STRAY CORNFLAKE
STUCK ON HER CHEEK.
if she dies, please
let her close her eyes
knowing
she's the prettiest in the world.
I WILL WALK
TO MY OLD, RUSTING
PROTON SAGA AND PRAY
IT DOESN'T EXPLODE LIKE
IT THREATENS TO DO
TWICE A WEEK.
it'd be troublesome to
bury me in
pieces.
I WILL DRIVE ONTO
THE ROAD, ENSURE
EVERY SHIVERING ELDER
AND CHEEKY CHILD
CROSSES THE STREETS
SAFELY.
I WILL YELL AT
SPEEDING CARS FOR THEM,
BEEP MY HORN AT
EVERY UNCIVILIZED DRIVER.
it would be a pity to die
young and potent,
to never have left a mark
on the world.
to never be remembered.
I WILL REACH MY OFFICE,
GREET MY FELLOW WORKERS,
ASK THEM HOW THEY'VE BEEN
EVEN IF I LAST MET THEM
YESTERDAY NIGHT.
who knows if
they have any pent up troubles?
if i could save a life from being
self-taken?
I WON'T JUST
SHUT UP AND LET MY FINGERS
DANCE ON THE KEYBOARD.
I'LL TOUCH LIVES.
I'LL FIGHT INJUSTICE.
I'LL INSPIRE SOCIETY.
every life saved
is a second non-wasted.
THEN I WILL
DRIVE BACK HOME,
KISS MY WIFE
BRING HER CLOSE TO
MY LOVING ARMS.
AND WE'LL SLEEP
UNDER THE COVERS AND SMILE
FOR WE KNOW
WE BOTH KNOW
we're lucky to be alive.
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