Some Choose a Whisky Death.
Some choose a whisky death.
A taxpaying
coward’s death.
Slower
but with the same end
result
as tightening noose
or piercing bullet
or life
in general.
Some choose a whisky death.
While Death’s Icy Hand
raises frosty jug of
beer
they
burn bridges
and candles
in both ends
in blind challenge,
accepting,
knowing
THEY
would drink
piss
or poison
or bottled
spring
water
if it could fill up
the hollow
space
inside them.
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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