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Bury me at sea

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I’m sad Mr Fate is June 2017

 

I’m sad, Mr Fate is

No longer my mate

The back of my head

Sees red mist 

And a wall

With a picture 

Screaming in its

Asylum

Grey fat 

Splat

Drips and slides

Wars late

Homicide

Hallucination

Suicide.

Impulse is fun

But to be

Avoided. 

9mm is all it needed,

Short stretch of

Pressure.

War trophy from hell

Or heaven.

Or just absurdity.

Bury me at sea

In the great blue

Pacific.

Have a dram

Of whiskey

And forget me!

So bury me at sea

Where no one

Can come and

Visit.

Mix my ashes

With Jamesons

And bury me at sea.

 

 

 

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