dedalus Posted March 10, 2013 Share Posted March 10, 2013 The world was with me near and far and so I climbed into my car going hellbent for the horizon. It’s possible I had my eyes on the speedometer, the clock, or what the fuck when I ran into that solid truck. I was dead, like, totally out of luck, and only at the grave I came to revive, pounded on the coffin, I’m alive, I’m alive! After an awful silence, four minutes or five, a straining of ropes, an awkward removal. The lid removed, deep frowns, disapproval. What the hell are you playing at? I’m alive, I’m alive, just have a look! No, we have to play this by the book. You are legally dead and that is that. We’re all splashing around with your money already, the income steady, so sorry, honey. Anyway, you’ve been drunk for the last five years, a source of mourning and evening tears among your grieving friends and family! Aren’t you better off dead, come on now, really? I can’t believe this! Get me the fuck out of here!! Sorry, pal, touchy-feely, you’ve run out of beer. They nailed down the lid with hammers: pound, pound, and they lowered me back in the cold dark ground and walked away, the bastards. Honest to God! After a life of strain and pain can we not expect a modicum of love, goodwill, and shining respect? I thought about this, quiet and silent below the sod until I dug myself out, with a rage hard upon me, and so walked the streets, thinking, thinking … Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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