Saturday, April 16, 2011

Dear Undertaker,


give me a decent burial
don't let my wife kid you
by saying we have no money.
Give this note to the cops.

What is a few short years lived in hell.
Hell is all I have.

No more will I pay the bills.
No more will I drive the car.
No more will I wash, iron and mend.
No more will I eat the leftovers
cooked the day before.

This is no way to die? This
is no way to live.

At night I can no longer sleep.
I married the wrong nag--
nag-nag and lost
my life.

Dear undertaker,
give me a decent burial.

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