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Ways to Go

Fast forward one lifetime  
I'll be stinking of piss  
dead in a box  
shit stains down my legs  
waiting for the wormos  
to munch their way out of my guts  
before there's anyone  
to talk to  
 
Then there's always  
the barbie  
a handful of dust  
they assure you is yours  
all mixed up  
with some stranger's remains  
jammed into a pot  
sat on the mantel  
mindlessly bored  
wishing you'd gone  
for the seafood option  
and were waving hi  
to those bottom feeders  
 
But I'd like to drift  
around the universe  
to view a planet or two  
I'd like to bathe  
in cosmic rays  
to etch my space tattoo  
 
Wont you bury me in space
when I die  
I wont need a license  
'cause I was born to fly  
 
So wont you bury me in space  
when I die  
if I can't live forever  
just float me in the sky  
wont you bury me in space  
when I die  
Yes, please,  
bury me in space  
when I die....  
 
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 14th Jul 2011
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