Look, all I’m saying is that it would have been nice if someone had told me I had died.

That’s all I’m saying.

That’s all I’m saying.

That’s all I’m saying

It would have been nice to know beforehand.

 

See, I figured it out when someone I knew was waving to me and I smiled and

waved back and it turns out they were actually looking at someone through me 

If that is true

I’m translucent to you

So, um,

Boo?

 

I didn’t know ghosts could blush

But the red rushed

through my head, crushed

I saw that beautiful

Smile spread like wildfire

I wasn’t watching where I

Was going

And long story short

Ross hall needs a new door

 

the walking through walls. That also shoulda been a red flag.

 

Yes, sad to say, but if you prick me I absolutely will not bleed.

At some point in the last week
or so

I must have kicked the bucket

But, you know, fuck it

my ability to appropriate

famous poetry

for my own stupid needs

is as undying

As is the soul

I apparently own?

I’ve never been one for lofty goals

But I guess living

Was just a little out of reach.

 

Don’t say I died young

Here are just some from among

My many accomplishments:
I was a foster parent to dozens of abandoned writing instruments, and at least one of them is magic.

I was the foremost historian on every even slightly humiliating thing I have ever said or done.

I lead various search and rescue missions for some urgent homework assignments and tax documentation.

I stood in the face of tyranny and protested 8pm bedtimes at an early age.

I won the World Series,

Of poker,

For windows 95,

With cheats enabled.

I loaded the entire Wikipedia page for Rome in a day using dial up.

I loved someone almost as much as I grew to hate them.

 

And sure I would have loved to

do more

See more

Be more

Act more

Breathe more

Before I’m moved on

But.

Eh

 

I wonder how I died.

 

If it’s anything less than an old western shootout I’m going to be disappointed so I’m

better off not knowing,

Maybe I was going 115 down a highway

And collided into a cliff like wil e coyote

Freak accident while paragliding

PolarBear bites

Bareknuckle fights

 

Excessive exposure to toxic political opinions

 

I guess I didn’t get to do as much as I thought.

 

Well, either way

You know what they say

 

If you got it, haunt it

I’m the ghostus with the mostus baby

 

Think I’m done with this shit?

No I’m just getting started

A disembodied soul

But I’m not yet departet

 

I’ll rest when I’m dead

 

Wait. Fuck.