WHY DID THE CHICKEN NOT CROSS THE ROAD

 

Why did the chicken not cross the road

And choose instead to commit suicide?

It seems to me to be the wrong approach

If he just wanted to get to the other side

HOLMES HAD OVERDOSED

 

Holmes told Watson that he had overdosed

Which caused something of a shock

Holmes then told him it was on Imodium 

And Watson exclaimed “No shit, Sherlock”

SUICIDE IS PAINLESS, ACCORDING TO THE SONG

Suicide is painless, according to the song

I think it’s supposed to be a witticism

But I have always thought of suicide

As the most sincere form of self-criticism

PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN

 

When the tragic death

Was announced on the news

Of the Oscar winning actor

My wife didn’t have a clue

Which prompted her to say

Philip Seymour who?

BLONDICIDE

 

Bimbette was found in her cell

Hanging by the ankles from a beam

She claims it was a suicide attempt

This is normal for her it would seem

 

When she was told that to kill herself

The rope would need to be around her throat

She said that she had tried that first

But she stopped when she started to choke

END OF THE LINE

 

My mate was so depressed

In fact, he was suicidal

But he wasn’t dynamic

In fact, he was bloody idle

 

So, I took care of him

As a true friend never quits

I pushed him under a train

He was chuffed to bits

NOT FADE AWAY

 

Big man

Strong man

Barrel chested

Smiling faced

Hearty man

Where have you gone?

I watched you get into that bed

A few short weeks ago

But you have disappeared

And I don’t know when you went

 

Your laughter was first to go

That fruity chuckle

That warmed and cheered

Fell silent first

Then your conversation

Once a source of knowledge

Wisdom and sardonic wit

Dried up like a drought-stricken lake

Your sentences grew shorter

Disjointed and inarticulate

Until they were no more

 

Then you began to fade

Like a picture going out of focus

When you opened your eyes

And I looked in them

I saw no one looking back

The spark had gone

You had gone

When had you gone?

We didn’t say goodbye

 

As I looked at the withering shell

In its unconscious state

I heard the groans, as the pain cut deep

Through the morphine

In the slow agonizing transition

From man to corpse

I cannot pick the moment

At which you were no more

But it was days before rather than hours

When the essential you left

When that which made you, you, was no more

I hoped you were not in there

Suffering

Dying by inches

God, I hoped not

 

What savages we are

To inflict this end on a human being

We would not do it to our favourite pet

We would not treat a dog like this

Yet I let it happen to this man

What indignity

What inhumanity

What kind of son am I?

 

I will not go this way

I will not fade away

I will not vanish

Before my loved one’s eyes

I will say my goodbyes

I will smile before I go

I will go on my terms

I will go by my own hand

LOST SOULS

 

The selfish

Self-deluding

Act of release

At the end

The point of serenity

Marking an end

And a beginning

For the one

Peace

A perfect painless peace

An end of heart ache

Physical pain

Emotional sorrow

Loneliness perhaps

For those remaining

Pain begins

Picking up threads

Of a self-extinguished life

Tying loose ends

Cleaning up the mess

Hating them

While mourning them

Loving them

While despising them

Coming to terms

With the loss

WHAT?

 

What darkness

Leads a tortured soul

To break the bonds

Which hold us

Voluntarily

 

What illusion

So influences

A mind once so rational

To plot its own

Destruction

 

What delusion

That to escape sorrow

Convinces totally

You reach euphoria

By self-release

 

What question

Asked of a soul

Is so composed

That the answer be

Suicide

DYING OF THE LIGHT

On the table
The candle sputters
Flame flickers
Almost guttering
But does not die

At the table
A heart yearns
Tears form
As hope fades
She cries inside
At the table
A rhetorically thought
He’s not coming
How cruel
She dies inside

At home
Her heart aches
Her spirit breaks
She drains the glass
And she dies