A British Prime Minister is actually known to have said this on his death-bed to his doctor.


Drifting like a zombie
everything amiss
coughing like a horse
economy in constant crisis
hanging over you like doom
and frozen shoulders, SMS-thumbs,
mouse arm, eyesight fading,
with a broken back and swollen feet
and constant head-aches,
like as if someone nailed your head
with spikes in constant drumming,
appetite gone missing,
all food nauseating,
all you eat is crap
and boozing makes it worse.
Let's not discuss the shit;
your stinking breath is quite enough,
the ulcers bleeding, fuming and erupting.
What else do you need?
The only thing still missing is a downright suicide,
but dying is the very last thing I'll do.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-02-29 at 13:27

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Rob Graber
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