Dying A Worthless
If I were to Perish today—
Dropping Dead
Like a gassed lab rat,
Falling over without performing
Its last act of a Pirouette—
I’d love for no one to care.
Dare say I hitherto disappear—
Pulverized to bits,
Like a factory farm swine
Unsuspectingly churned into batches
Down the meat grind—
I’d beg the worms
To rapidly fill up
On my remains.
Suppose I promptly begin to wither—
Disabled and helpless,
Like a sinking Horse
In the Quicksand—
I’d hope none is near.
How pressing must it be,
To be rescued and
Given living refuge,
Only to reveal
That I am nobody Dear?
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