I’m tired.
Truthfully. Sincerely.
I’ve had enough.
There should be a place you can go
like a massage parlor
where you enter, relax
and then don’t come out
(of course, you pay upfront).
Clean, tidy, that’s all she wrote.
I’m not asking for much.
Maybe some nice music,
a glass of wine, a hand to hold
then it’s over
you’re outta here.
There’s too many of us here anyway.
Why does it have to be so difficult
to exit stage left, do the sayonara?
I don’t want to run in front of a bus
jump off a bridge or hang alone from a door frame.
I just want to get it done
sanely, safely
like how you shut off the lights
gracefully, contentedly
after a full day of sun at the beach.
We’re all gonna die
so once you’ve put in a good number of years
you should be allowed
a coward’s way out.
You’ve earned it.
Dontcha think?
Can someone tell me
where my off button is?
