My Suicide Note, For Good MeasureA Poem by Francis Dangerwhen i was young and still full of hope, i wrote a suicide note so should i die under dubious circumstances, that in this accidental life it'd look like i could at least do this one thing on purpose.
i'm writing this with much regret
tears mix with caffeine and i haven't slept in days cigarette smoke circling encircles speaking silently in volumes as it makes a great listener i've slit my wrists with a ballpoint pen because the pen is mighty and the sword is rusting so this is my suicide note coming late if at all but before i choke on all this self-pity i hope to catch a dove because i hope no one will miss me when i'm gone i hope someone will spit on my grave when they find it i hope this can finally ease my conscious mind i hope this will finally ease my parent's burden i hope people will curse when they mention my name i hope no one will ever mention my name again i hope when news of my death hits there will be f*****g in the streets i hope someone i know gets gonorrhea the day after i hope god tells me to go to hell i hope there is no god i hope there is no hell i hope people will think of me as a coward after this i hope that Woody Allen will be able to go on with his day after he finds out i have died i hope no one cares i hope a trout stream somewhere in Colorado dries up as a direct result of my death i hope at my funeral no one preaches on and on about how good a person i was and how everyone will miss me i hope i don't have a funeral i hope there's an afterlife i hope there's an after party i hope the devil let's me smoke cigarettes i hope there is no devil i hope the writing and ideas i have left behind will someday inspire someone to accidentally prevent someone else from finding a cure to all disease as we know it i hope all my ex-girlfriends will smile and be happy as i could never make them when they discover i have killed myself i hope no one finds out i have killed myself i hope my one true love is happily married at the time of my death i hope someone steals everything i have left behind and destroys it or gives it to people who will never benefit from it and i hope to god almighty, Stephen Fry and a loose shoe string that someday, someone, maybe sitting a coffee shop in Tennessee, waiting for a telephone call from Istanbul, will not regret having known me, or, at least enjoyed borrowing my CDs.
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StatsAuthorFrancis DangerPhiladelphia, PAAbout31, M. editor and creator of A Secret Machine . Com, staff writer for PA Music Scene, former editor of The Disembodied Americana. professional technologist. semi-professional writer/ artist. ama.. more..Writing
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