THE DEATH OF THIS AUTHOR

I plan to die bowed, knotted and gnarled much like William S. Burroughs
Drink till I’m bloated and fat, the same as ole’ Kerouac
Used and abused this body of mine just like Hunter Thompson did in his time
Pain-free living is the ends
The bullet shall be the means
Only thirty yet already broken and battered
He lasted till sixty five before he gave in
Can you last that long or does the pain win
We will have to wait and see then