Random Scribbles · writing

A Slow Comfortable Death



Lying on your death bed – you’re

She sits across the room from you – she’s

When the doctor comes in – he’s
Reading your chart
Scribbling notes

She feigns concern for his sake
About doses
And food

You struggle to tell him but
You’re unable to speak
This is all her fault, Doc
You should call the Police

She’s been killing me slowly
For 53 years
Buying me cigarettes
Buying me beers

Basted eggs and bacon
Donuts galore
She’d say Here you go honey
And serve up some more

The things that she did will make me pass away
But chances are I would have died anyway so

When I’m gone please remember I had a good life
Primarily due to the love of my wife

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