Die free
Don't want doctors probing me
Empty promises they make
There's a reason their staff
Is wrapped with snakes.
When my time comes
And it will
Don't want to leave lots of bills
Or messes made by medical fuss
I just want to go
I'm an ornery cuss
With my departure
I hope my friends see
All the wonder
They've given me
If I leave but one thought
I haven't lived for naught
I like to think
I'll depart with grace
To another realm
Will God say, "Welcome, Gail?
I can't tell but I'd wager
The Devil's on my trail
Tuesday Platform with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
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