by Mia Marks

Created on: August 15, 2009

I'LL GO OUT IN A BLAZE

Give it up, it will kill you, I constantly hear,

The incessant criticism from the pure.

But my 30 a day don't present me with fear,

Lung cancer - they're sure to find a cure.

Alzheimer's has got you I'm frequently told,

As I frantically look for my keys.

"Rack off," I mutter. "I'm not yet that old."

While I search the gas oven on my knees.

I drive to the pub, a pool game in mind,

Where my mates would usually imbibe.

They've been there a while, they're already primed,

From their spouses they'll have to hide.

So lunch cancer, Alzheimer's and probably a drunk,

will see out the end of my days.

But why would you expect me to live like a monk,

With my ailments, I'll go out in a blaze.

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