Someday, I'm going to die: And it's going to be Mighty damn Inconvenient! Either I'm going to be In the middle Of something I'd like very much To finish; Or else Somebody else Is going to have To drop whatever They're doing To see I get Sent decently on my way. Either way It'll be a nuisance, Not to mention All the obligatory Mourning No proper funeral Should be without. But, there's no escape; I can't live forever-- And wouldn't want to, If I could; Living isn't all that good! Oh, there are moments, Sure, I'd like To set in bronze-- But on the whole, No way! Why does everyone Cling to life Like remoras to a shark? Life gives them Far more than they Return. Maybe That's why they're afraid They'll burn! What our parents give, Death will take away; And then We'll see what's left To pay!
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