I’m not in the mood

poem

I’m not in the mood for dying, I don’t mind you,
just send a postcard when you get there

I’ve got a face like bad origami, crumpled and creased
and full of concerns

fractured life lines on both my palms
an eerie foreboding my race is nearly run

I want more mince pies and a window seat
when the new world order marches into town

I’ve got a hundred houses to paint
and a thousand poems to write

I’m not in the mood for dying

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