gold watch (congratulations on your 1,000th successful suicide)

a satirical look at selling your soul, changing yourself and neglecting higher goals for material gain

we present to you this gold watch
to be inscribed with your choice of epitaphs
(at your own expense, of course)
heirloom quality, and ready to pass
to future generations
(ironic, isn't it, that you're the last?)
it's the thought that counts, as well you know
this is the reason we are gathered
to commemorate your imagined successes
you've mown them down rank and file without pity
those thousand faceless fools who borrowed yours
to temporarily claim identity
pleading to be allowed to remain
and though it cost you much
you stiffened your lip and left regret to drift
from the barrel of your smoking gun
please accept our insincere laud
and this token of our esteem
we know it's in poor taste, this gold watch
it reminds you of the pain when
the hands of time debride your soul
but you mustn't be late when the hour comes
to kill again and tan your pale flesh
on the burning bed of a crematorium
when it's time again to pick at the charred bones
and add new flesh in the hope that it sticks