This phony phase

feels out of place

Last opportunity for a hello,

all too soon it's time to go

My time is up

hand me that poison cup,

I'll suck it up

and disappear,

get out of here,

won't persevere

I see myself in hindsight

in bleak streaks of insight

In the depths of this death chamber

I suddenly remember

the unity that death will dismember

so mercilessly thrown about,

no more so sturdy, no more stout

but I'm just an organic process,

no more and certainly no less

It happened to red-haired Bess,

it tore up Rudolf Hess

I feel that sour taste

as this total waste

approaches without haste

this body, an intermittent shape and form;

a fleshy sort of storm

quite scary when it dies down,

this side-effective ego clown;

this jester, self-aware, side-effective;

an evolutionary spin-off, bitterly defective

but I'm glad to get rid of my self,

stuck back up on a dusty, evolutionary shelf

I've had this body for old times' sake;

somewhere there's a monk with some gravel to rake