Rules For Suicide

The song says that suicide is painless Me I think it is for fools The very thing seems to be brainless Unless you know the rules. There are always rules for suicide, I’m sure They must be in good taste. Such as for illnesses with no cure Lives filled with such a waste. One strict never break-um rule for suicide. Never take anyone with you. This will make people more than glad you’ve died But then not wanting to go too. One must always be aware of others Never ever leave a note They fret the aunties dads and brothers Caste no blames nor ever quotes. Be very careful to never leave a mess When the deed is done. A kiss, a glass and then a guess They might miss all the fun. Do not be hanging around the house Nor all puffy in the tub Be very quiet like the tiny mouse Rather than doing chafe and rub Be sure you do not leave a mess upon the floor To clean up all the blood Nothing’s a worse memory than a lot of gore Even when you wish you could So my friend of all the rules for suicide The one I love the best Is after the deed and the innocent has died They say now he is blest He/she was never happy ever anyhow With the troubles of this life It has to be better for them to be gone now From all this time of strife So, there really are some suicide rules Not only for the life takee But, yes for all those other fools Who will not let us be. Written October 25th, 1999 © on Jun 21 2001 03:19 PM PST   0 • 13