One of the great things about committing suicide
Are the endless choices one has at their disposal
Pills guns bridges trains sharp knives and so much more
After a close consideration I chose a local cliff
It is in an area of outstanding natural beauty
Which would ensure that my last seconds
Before the searing pain
Would be so so beautiful
I would die or drown in a totality of calmness
But as normal I fucked it up and find myself
In a wheelchair smashed to pieces
I am totally dependent on the nurses
To feed me to wipe my shitty arse
And to give me a hand job if I ask nicely
There are other dribblers like me
Dying slowly in the dark corners
Of this bland recreation room
As I watch them needlessly suffer
I think of a play by Jean Paul Sartre