OK! Giving up cigarettes on top of all this is a little too much But Don't quit smoking The number one rule: Never ever quit anything Focus on what to do instead Just don't smoke more than five cigarettes a day And stuff your face and your mouth with ***** and snus or whatever **** you can find But don't smoke It will **** you And a lot faster than you think But it's still difficult Especially if you got a constant death wish hanging around you But I have faith Occasionally And I know by now That I can **** myself If worse comes to worse But dying is easy I know a lot of people who have died And they have died One hundred percent And not all of them have been all that smart You'd be surprised that they could eat with a knife and fork But they died anyway Nature knows this **** You either die because you're sick And trust me on this AIDS does this to you When you are so sick that you're dying You're busy taking your next breath And death is of no concern Or getting well Whichever way is the shortest Or you get run over Or something And you're dead in eighteen seconds Or you die because you're old Not that living is all that bad But you've been there And you've done that So it's not all that important anymore But you perverts, who hardly survived your hamster dying when you were seven, want to know how to deal with the doctor saying you've got cancer Terminal!
You already know what to do! You smash everything in the kitchen Then you go over to your neighbors And smash everything in their kitchen And then you cry for three days And you probably find another kitchen Repeat Until you die But you already know what to do Life is a funny place But it's not for weaklings
Let's play
This is poem about the simple art of dying and why you shouldn't worry about it. Pitch black and scary. For real. That was my husbands verdict. So I must have done something right, even though I intended it to be a laugh. Which it is. Perhaps a little on the darker side of hilarious.