How To Go Not sure how I want to go. Suffocating under snow ? Maybe covered up by mud, Slushing down in a big flood. Consumed by fire? Sounds too hot. I want a way that hits the spot. Maybe exit by gun shot. What, oh what, will be my lot? I've heard it's peaceful when you drown, Wrapped in water, drifting down, Into a state of yielding bliss, Letting go a final hiss. Pills might do ... I have a bunch, Or maybe poison in my lunch. Oh! Maybe jump from an airplane. Hmmm. Might end in too much pain. There's always the electric chair, Which after all would seem quite fair, Were I to murder one I hate, But then hell might be my fate. Maybe run out on the freeway, Make someone a really bad day. Go California, die in earthquake? Get bitten by some rattlesnake? Ooh! Maybe lightning will strike me, While standing on a green golf tee, Or a golf shot to my head. Either way, I end up dead. Say, why not try a homemade noose? Or leap from a moving caboose? In France they have a guillotine; Head in basket, that sounds keen. Perhaps a doctor who's pathetic Will overdo my anesthetic, Or otherwise, just for a laugh, I'll go down from a case of staph. I guess it would cause quite a fuss, Were I run over by a bus. What if I was steamrolled flat? Bet you hadn't thought of that. I guess it's time to give it up, Put fresh coffee in my cup, Then wait around 'til I am older, Maybe think of something bolder. In the end I really think, I will avoid a poison drink, And choose my favorite way to go, Snatched up by a UFO. copyright ©2011 Wayne Hepburn - All Rights Reserved