Notes: Yes, this is about suicide from my perspective. I wrote it about a week ago when I felt really down. Now that I feel pretty good, I've decided to post it. Whenever I feel shitty again, I'll probably post a very happy, positive poem that will more than likely be written today.
"Here lies a defective product,"
of love and lust and anger and humanity.
"Here lies a defective product,"
basically me.
I took my fathers belt,
because my own does not fasten the same.
I wrote the note by hand,
because I don't know if I'm being truthful enough to type it.
It is in pencil,
this document is transient,
do not preserve it.
Getting it around my fucking neck is the hardest part.
And, now I know comedy is art,
so forgive me if I'm being a joke thief.
I could never really work on my own,
and so here lies a defective product.
