Buy Yourself a Life

The unedited shallow depth of my humor. Interpret as you will.

How can you breathe,

without any mind?

How troubled to be,

without any breath.

I stole some for you,

it's shiny and new,

like all things I take.

A thief, I am not.

I rot, as i sit.

I've never stole more than a glance.

People, they give me, whatever I ask.

My pockets are stuffed with paper called cash. 

I could burn it, but I'd rather fish.

Compliments and fake cigarettes on a dish.

Worthless things, such as death.

They bother me not, for I'm already gone.

There's no soul to take when a life can be bought.

Author's Note

Do you agree?