A shotgun,
would be just fine...
Into my mouth,
to blow out my spine.
So pick out a coffin,
from the undertaker's line;
a big black one,
would be just fine...
Dark room of flowers,
but not from the florist's line.
Dead and decayed,
would be just fine...
Whisper your lies;
say your loving goodbyes.
Whatever comes to mind,
would be just fine...
Joshua Fegley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/would-be-just-fine/
