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Courting Death

Courting Death

I go around telling people

That I do not want to live

They shake their heads

In bemusement and disbelief

I will go to the rooftop and cry

"All I want to do is die"

I will go to the marketplace

Carrying my death message

And hope that some crazyhead

Shoots me straight in the head

Or a doctor grown sympathetic

Is daring enough for euthanasia

Or God will take it upon himself

To put me out of my misery

By giving me quick, painless death

By bringing on an incurable disease.