Suicide is sweet with liquor:
Beer's nice but whiskey's better.
Raise 'em high and chug it faster;
They will cry, but it's all laughter.
Ninety-nine percent's what we're after -
One left behind in case we falter.
Are you satisfied with such disaster?
Close your eyes; hide your monsters.
Say good night and sleep as you ponder.
Time sure flies when we're all goners,
All our lives straight to the slaughter.
Suicide is sweet with sweet hot water.
All our lives living no longer.
Simply Poetry
By seanarturo
A collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. ... More