Often, while bored
I think of all the people
In this world,
Who truly despise me
The people who
Would love to hear that
I have died,
Passed on,
Kicked the proverbial bucket
I drift back and think of all the ways
I have bothered these people
These same people
Who, countless times
Have bothered me, too
I often think it would be fun
To sit these people down
And ask each one
The same question
“If you could get away with killing me, how would you do it?”
I know this isn’t ‘normal’ thought pattern,
But what the hell?
It brings me to a full smile
Especially when I think
Of all their creative ways
I imagine some people
Would want to kill me
Some more than once, I bet
I mean, with all the options
Only having one shot at it,
Kind of seems
Like a ripoff
But…
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