Kill Me Now

I don’t care
for
drowning
any more than
flames.

I don’t
romance
gun shots
blood clots
gallows or
gut rot
over growing old
and
grey.

I don’t value today any
more than tomorrow;
don’t catalog my happiness
or quantify ancient

sorrow.

A part of me wants to
go and simply never
return in
a fireball of
wordplay,

the only time
I procreate for the
greater good.

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