Hallucinogenic
by Jimmy Crowley
As I begin to die,
Lights flicker off,
My guitar starts to cry,
As I try and grasp one last cough.
My room begins to melt.
I hear several beer cans clang
Just like the joy that I felt,
It sounds like the hymns we sang.
As my funeral, I can’t help but sigh
Staring at pornographic magazines stacked in the corner
And I watch these pathetic souls cry.
It leads me to my infinite horror.
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