I write bad poetry now
I don't want to
There are people who are good at this
But you cheated
Now my carefully constructed
Logically sound life
Is in ruins
QED

You offer me a ride because you think I might get *****?
I'd love to see someone **** with me tonight
I'm in a mood, just give me an excuse

Your paintbrush : a gun
Your canvas : the clean white bathtub
Your masterpiece : a crumpled body covered in blood
They whitewashed the canvas
Almost
But I see bits of skin and blood on the shampoo bottle
for someone else to discover

You've been busy since you died
visiting a distant cousin you met once
visiting my acquaintance you never met
everyone but me?

You talk all the time now
you're at peace
you want to make jokes
but you're not funny anymore

The comedian philosopher turned into a middle-aged ****
dumb as ****
the gluttonous stoic?

when you're dead you belong to everyone
but I deserve you more than them

Concerned friend, relative, acquaintance
thank you for telling me what he's thinking
and now he says leave him the **** alone
he hated talking to strangers in life
probably hasn't changed.
And my brother sincerely, deeply, from the bottom of his heart,
would have wanted me to **** with you

i wanted you to die
anywhere but a bathroom tub because you didn't want to make a mess

i wish you had realized you don't have to give a ****
old age is wasted on everyone but you
you were born to be an old man
a life of wisdom at the age of 9

an atheist who prays for an afterlife
i hope you're cracking up at all of us *******
who couldn't figure out what war games made so clear
the only way to win
is not to play