Why I Should Quit While Ahead…
I thought that I might differ
From the standard norm
'Til I realized that, even in death,
Do we all conform.
A life spent "kicking against the pricks,"
Being different all those years,
With your final puff of breath.
It all disappears.
You're gently laid to rest
As all who've gone before.
It's the effort that counts.
Unless you face death by:
Being frozen in an icy floe, spontaneously combusting,
Jamming your big toe-which unfortunately for you,
Causes a chain reaction of neurological failures-
Dissolving in the presence of sunlight, or various other loopholes.
I'm afraid you lose.
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