If I’m going to die in my twenties,
then I’ll die at 27.

Death by misadventure
is the most fun way to go,
a drug fuelled ****
or champagne overdose.

I’ll burn out like the greats
Hendrix and Morrison
Joplin and Cobain.

I’ll leave behind my mates
to sit, with sneers and snub
at their reckless friend who became
a member of the 27 club.