Treasure Island

James Bredin

(1933 / Ennis Canada)

Arrange To Die... Feb 7th,2014


I was just looking around for a nice date and time to die,
In twenty forty two and then I can just wave goodbye,
I’ll be a hundred and five by then and I’ll have no objection,
Hope I can arrange it without having some sickness or infection.

I’d like to make sure I die on Boxing Day and no cremation,
Arranged death-with-dignity on their secret medication,
Those political death problems should be solved by then,
What Supreme Court told Sue Rodriguez way back when.

I realize, most religions and pompous folk are opposed,
Because their religious ideas have long been imposed,
And I have a nice quiet place arranged in the cemetery,
And please no pompous pedophile priests or oddball ministry.

Feb 7th,2014

Submitted: Friday, February 07, 2014
Edited: Saturday, February 08, 2014

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