"21 ways to die"

    Put a bullet in my head
     Take a bottle of sleeping pills, then go to bed
     Catch myself on fire
     Slit my wrist
     Jump out an airplane
     Or give the Grim Reaper a kiss
     This thus far is six counted on my list
     Blow myself up, like I just self-destruct
     Walk on the highway and wait tell I got hit by a truck
     Maybe pour honey on me, slap a baby bear, afterwards go to the momma and pull on her ear
     Better yet, I can get injected with a needle of air
     Hang myself from a tree till some kids play me like a pinata while I'm dangling there
     I could die in the cold, from possibly the flu
     Run up to the President, tell him I got a bomb in my shoe
     Mess around and end up sniffing a whole gallon of glue
     Even perhaps swear on my life over something that's totally untrue
     Wait! I could dive head first deep into a lake, tied to some weights
     Plunge upon a pit full of venomous snakes
     Hop into a car , drive 100 miles per hour without hitting the brakes
     Pick up the biggest brick I can find, proceeding by beating my face
     Life is a bitch, secondly she can't be replaced. In that case I knock the next inmate out the electric chair and hop in his place
     There goes twenty one ways to die, which one to choose?
     Hang on, that's only twenty and they seem like to much trouble to do
     So take note, I'll paper cut myself in the throat with the paper that the poem was just wrote