Life
You work hard for the chance to work harder for the chance to work harder so you can die in a room with air conditioning high on pain pills.
When my time comes, if I’m broke and in debt, I’m calling on you, my brothers and sisters, to pull together, get me seated in a lazyboy, turn the air down to 63, and give me a bottle of percs and Xanax and let me choose the tunes.
So I can die easy. Oh and I need my dog.
|