Are we of God?
did small pieces break off him
so he wouldn’t be alone?
animals don’t soul search
they don’t require
family therapists
no one has to tell them anything
they are who they should be
‘themselves’
they are the genuine
souls abounding
they wonder not
what death is like
but
what of us?
Wait…
I forget
where
I hid myself
it’s dark down here
I have to find my way
out!
God save me…
Oh,
I see a door!
Darn,
it’s locked!
let me think…
where did I put my matches?!
I need a light
to search the darkness for
the key to unlock
this door
which has to have
a
hallway
to
the mysterious realm!
Well…
Look at that!
what is it?
Oh, I see…
A can of beer
and a bottle of wine!?
Just what I needed…
both at once
I’ve had my fun
plenty of it
yet,
there’s always room
for more
parties…
but
they better not try to take my
vices away
I’d rather be killed
by beer and wine
than by
a warning
label
on the beer and wine bottle
telling me
I could get cancer!
in the meantime…
I will wait until everyone else
dies around me
with failed livers
and rotted guts
and
I will be the last survivor
and wait patiently
until it’s my turn
because everyone dies
sooner or later
it matters not who
dies first
(unless of course, it’s me who goes first)
I will wait
my turn
anxiously
fearfully
hum…
I think
I will
build
a corner
bar with a
beer tapper
in my game room
where I shoot
billiards…
come on
let’s see
who wins
let’s play
double or nothing
here,
let me pour
you
a
cold
one
we need
the distraction
would it not be
better
to
die
drunk?
