Challenge
You have a few days left to live. Only you know this. You are able to leave behind a note, letter, story or poem. It can be about anything you wish. Show us what you write. (Feel free to tag me. And by all means, don't feel that you're constrained to write something sad)
Give Me Whiskey and Give Me Death
I’m marching under flowing skirt of death
after smoking and drinking my existence away
Whiskey, whiskers, whisked away
fateful initiation to my hastened demise.
Why, oh why, didn’t I take care of myself?
I will be sailing with the free spirits soon
Whiskey, whiskers, whisked away
floating above, I’ll look down at my friends.
This note is to warn you that you won’t
still be here, I’m taking you with me
Whiskey, whisker, whisked away
Together we’ll skim above our friends.
I’ve lost my appetite thinking of death -
But I could use a big shot of whiskey!