Life’s a ***** or so they say,
does not matter if you are straight or gay.
Morals come and morals go,
life is just a picture show.

Sit and watch as time ticks by,
sitting quietly, please don’t cry.
Waiting for the eternal sleep,
no sound is made, not even a peep.

Lying upon your eternal bed,
located somewhere near the shed.
Sitting here where poppies grow,
buried beneath six feet of snow.

Hanging around and watching the sky,
breathing slowly in one long sigh.
Gazing as the world turns white,
gazing toward that blinding light.

Taking that first long step,
hoping to miss that fisherman’s net.
Floating freely through the air,
As us mere mortals stop and stare.

Hanging around until the end,
enough to drive you around the bend.