Give Me No Easy Death (JG)

Give me no easy death, No bed with soft pink roses No lovers and children gathered To watch me snore toward death! I want to groan and squirm and laugh And cry and plead and scold And curse the death that comes for me like it comes for you! And if I can’t, then push me To the closet and shut the bloody door. I’ll wait for death like a broken whore Closed to all but sorrow.

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