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