To Hang Would Be Such Idiocy.
There’s Glamour In Old Age.
There’s Right To Hate The Vibrant Youth;
You’ve Right To Curse And Rage.
To Vomit From A Bitter Sweet-
Would Be Just Ludacris.
Why Would One But Swallow
Liquid, Kin To Fishy Piss? !
To Slit Would Be An Awful Way;
As Slow As Deserts’ Rain.
Let’s Not Forget The Sapping
Of All Your Blood From Every Vein…
Last, To Jump Would Just Be Sad-
For All Throughout This Living,
You Could Not Find The Words To Tell
Of How Their Words Were Killing.