𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣

An absurd man planned his death with grace.
I’m rehearsing how to disappear
from this dirty-looking race
but with style.
They’ll ask what broke him
but nothing was ever fixed.
Diagnose all you want
you’ll never name a being (that thinks)
Nor am I a quest. Nor am I a case.
Just bury me like Saturday
be drunk, wt old monk, eat junk, wear funk ,ting tong.
P.S. Charlie Chaplin still doesn’t make sense.