There is no place I'd rather be
Then right here with my younger twin
This is best place I have found
Of all the places I have been
There is no place I'd rather stay
Then right here with the ones who care
This is the best place I have lived
In places neither here nor there
There is no place I'd rather die
Then right here where I'm meant to be
This is the best place I have known
My place to grow old happily
My mind is filled with wolfish howls
Enraged as bloody hounds from hell
It wants to take me to that place
Where painlessness and comfort dwell
My mind is filled with foamy growls
Inflamed as rabid dogs gone mad
It wants to make me use again
Where any good left turns out bad
We all get our last moments
Final thoughts before we leave
Some die slow others quickly
All pass on without reprieve
We all have our last moments
Lagging thoughts soon departed
Some have more time than others
All end up where they started
I had the last moments we all get
the temporary time on the planet we all know we all have until we die
our death events seemingly so far away and impossibly nebulous
we don't even worry ourselves to think about them much
I never really enjoyed the last moments I got
most of my last moments felt worthless and meaningless
but then I found out the last moments of my last moments had arrived
all those last moments we get when we know our last moments are ending
and that's when I really started savoring my last, last moments
Greedy, gluttonous, out-of-touch
See the fat-cat despots gorging
Hoggish, immoral, out to lunch
See the evil they are forging
Ruthless, villainous, slash-and-burn
See the well-off tyrants snatching
Callous, atrocious, on the prowl
See the shell games they are hatching
Artful, dishonest, on the grift
See the two-faced hustlers drooling
Piggish, self-seeking, off the rails
See the farmland they are ruling
Evil is as evil does
Round and round and round it goes
Evilness is everywhere
Nicely wrapped in pretty bows
Though we don't want death
everyone dies of something
sooner or later, regardless
Though my desire for survival
is much less than my need
to not die with a colostomy bag
Real hocus pocus charm
A bullet twixt the eyes
Presto alakazam
An ugly pack of lies
Fake sorcery for fools
A tricky sleight of hand
Abracadabra hats
For heads deep in the sand
My death shall bring the end of all ignorance
my end will be the beginning of a new evolvement
lobotomies of the crocodilian brains commence
human psychology becomes the spirit of religion
science stands as the only truth humanity knows
the creature known as Homo-sapiens 'tis replaced
my passing manifests better sentient beings
Life can be savage
So hard and unfair
Life can be gentle
A breath of fresh air
Life can be tender
So soft and sublime
Life can be fickle
An up-and-down climb
Life can be stony
So cruel and unjust
Life can be funny
A dream made of dust
There's nothing we can do about reality,
oh, we can push back, but we won't win
when a baby buffalo 'tis taken by a wolf
well naught can be done to help it then!
As the belly's ripped open guts spill out,
yet we witness disbelief in flashing eye
mother runs up mewing offense retorts
but watching as a calf's devoured alive!
