Sometimes, suicide seems the bravest option.
Leave life lived on a good note via toxin.
To be remembered for relieving carers.
To be a short-lived effort for pallbearers.
The advantage of a head start on haunting.
To no more fret over looming death daunting.
To unclench & pry white knuckles from steering.
To become memories that grow endearing.
Still, nothing’s over ‘til obese women sing.
So, I’ll see what living, from Life, I can wring.
L.B.Stowe 