DEAD ONA Poem by VolI’ve been thinking, I do that a lot… you should try it some time.
I am way too lazy to die. I mean, just getting ready is more work than I care to do. Draw up a will? Like pay some lawyer six hundred bucks, or more and then I’m still the one who has to go through every damn thing I own and decide who gets it? What if they don’t want it? What if somebody else does? What happens to my body? I don’t know, I don’t even care, it’s falling apart, anyway. Donate it to one of those places that do medical training, and when they are done, send the ashes to… who? Where? I want some dumped in the water off Pensacola beach, and some in Sarasota Bay… A cup or so on the Wiley Ault farm in the Sequatchie Valley, and some on my hillside of Popes Chapel Road. A teaspoon or so on Barbara’s Grave at Spencer Lake in Wisconsin would be awesome. Spread me around… there were a lot of other things I never got together, so its fitting... Of course, if anybody would like, I wouldn’t mind a pyramid; I think that would be nice. If they ever figure out how they’re built.
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