Easy Out

Twas not by an arrow in the neck, shot from an Indian's bow

nor acral lentiginous melanoma, found 'pon Bob Marley's toe

No trash bag body parts of mine, were dumped within a park

it didn't happen shipwrecked, eaten live by black-eyed shark

Zero stalker passed a window, brutally bludgeoning my head

neither swinging below gallows, until pronouncing I be dead

I don't know how I'll go, but if things continue as they should

none of these are my deaths, lest not yet at least knock wood