On my day of Dying                (seven days to live)

 Seven days since everything changed
for the better
all my debts wiped clean
and they don't even know it
so good to have the last laugh
at the system
that's kept me from sleep
for years


six cigarettes are all that's left
no reason to buy any more
reminds me of the doodlebugs
sent with much love
from the edge of France
just enough juice
to get where they were going

Five more
generous shots of Jameson
before the bottle runs dry
If there's time
I'll have to open the Famous Grouse
that I've been saving for a rainy day
but this one is a scorcher

four hours since I hung up the phone
three times I tried to get a word in
tried to say something meaningful or profound
that she'd remember me by
or quote to people as I'm burning

Two more cigarettes and I'm out of here
and not a minute too soon
I should write something humorous on my body
for the pathologist to get a giggle out of
I might be remembered

One more look out the window
to search just below the only cloud
in the sky
to find the flying fuck I never gave
for this life




Appreciate the help I got with this poem, you know who you are :)