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And the Alternative Is? |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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 What a great idea I have for my demise. Let me be murdered by a shot to the head by the jealous husband whose wife I had bed. Allow me to expire thinking of soft thighs. Which would be much more humane I think than putting me in a place with my own kind. I don't think I can manage being confined where old people just sit around and stink. Would that death came to me silent as a sigh lying in my bed some lonely night dreaming of faces from the past and a special lady love. Let'em find me with a smile of wry goodbye. And that, too, I firmly believe in my heart would be better than the end intended for me. In this old folks home, take me away, I plea, not make me stay with old folks a la carte. A drive-by shooting as I sat at a bus stop was preferable I think than rotting away alone, among the other discards who relentlessly moan into their hands about a life ready to plop. Because, look, you, and you, and you there; you ease your conscious, solve your dilemma putting us here where they pass out enemas and watch us with hardened eyes that scare. We're not cattle, to be penned and forgot then visited for ten minutes every Sunday wrinkling your nose at death's ugly bouquet coming from old people with veins that clot. Society has come a long way, yes, I know time is of the essence and precious to all. Is that any reason to corral us in a stall, allow us to languish in this faux chateau? Not me, not for long, I've made a blood pact with old Ed over there for when the lights dim. After the nurses come, mouths set so grim Ed will come and stab me in a kindly act. He then proposes to slip his neck in a noose as he stands on his bed, steps into thin air. Murder/suicide they'll say, finding us there but we both left a message admitting our truce. What is this? A note slipped to me by Big Red Saying when the lights dim, come to her room. Oh, God! What have I done, I rant and I fume Ed must be warned, Big Red wants me in her bed. ~*~ Why is bra singular and panties plural? ~*~ |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
that's what I call going out with a bang  enjoyed the tongue in cheek and wherever else it may slither into |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Heh.Heh I hear you, Emma. This was one of those poems that just had a mind of its on. Still, I think I touched on some honest thoughts about the nursing homes . . . Thank you for wading through this rambling poem of mine. ~*~ Why is bra singular and panties plural? ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You really crack me up, you know that? You really do! Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Good morning, Lori. Heh.Heh Thanks for giving me a smile first thing out of the box this morning. ~*~ Why is bra singular and panties plural? ~*~ |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Very sad and very funny and all too true.I have given strong instructions that I am not to be put into a home for any reason.Let me be until the end.This brings all type of problems because today if a parent is not given the care they need, the law drops down upon them.So many ways run though my head and keep changing as my mind has to stay alive although my body may be leaving, so I can handle the problem of my demise with no tell tale stories that would incriminate my family. The hows and whys that will lead me to that final dance have to be sharp and cleanly lead to only myself. You Jerry Pat can join old Red and be found exhausted to dead in her bed leaving poor Ed to take care of himself and old Red with a last fling she will live with until her end. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Oh, I hear you loud and clear, Jo. I hope all your mental facilities will remain as crisp and clear as they are today. I have my demise pretty much figured out. My only hope is, like you, I don't suffer a stroke or heart attack which will keep me from going through with my plan. So, here's to both of us making it to the end like we want to. Thank you for your admirable thoughts to this poem and the likelihood that I will be found face down in Big Red's bed would actually be a good thing. ~*~ Why is bra singular and panties plural? ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Well, you gave this a touch of humor, but the horror vision comes through strongly nonetheless. As soon as we become unable to care for ourselves, we should be able to "exit" ... in science fiction movies there are some great solutions - i.e. entering an elevator and never coming back, or other such painless "solutions". To witness the atmosphere of certain "end time homes" gives one the shudders. Not many will admit it, but it is one of the saddest things of this our humanity ... when we become a weight to others, even to our own offspring, they will tell us they love us, but deep in their hearts they only want this situation to end as soon as possible. The alternative is what the gurus do ... they learn how to detach every single string that keeps them alive and die softly when they decide ... and the Eskimo populations sent the old ones out into the cold to be found and taken care of by the Polar bears ... well ... Today the sun shines and let's enjoy it! Thought provoking to say the least! Margherita |
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