when i die,
you can piss on my grave,
as all my electrons float away,
know that i wont hate you.

if i am useless in this life,
at least the earth will find some use for me
when all my tiny parts and energies
replenish the rocks and trees,
till then,

you can consider me
just another waste of breath.
but even after my death,
hang on to my organs and give them
to someone who might treat them kinder than i have.

we all make mistakes and then we die.
time wipes our slates clean,
and shows us to be benefactors, passively.

09/20/2012

Posted on 09/20/2012
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