my imaginary funeral

Sometimes I wonder
what my Brains would
look like painted on
A Cold, White Wall.

Would it be Morbid Art?

Or another Weak Man's
Surrender to Life's Enduring
Tragedy?

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I'm sitting at My Imaginary
Funeral.

Watching to see who
All gave a shit about
me.

There are two people here.

(and one weeps out of
self-pity.)

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In a Chaotic Universe
such as this there are
various possibilities..

two of my favorites
are:

1) all are blameless..

and/or2)

ALL ARE TO
BLAME.

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