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I will not shoot myself
In the head, and I will not shoot myself
In the back, and I will not hang myself 
With a trashbage, and if I do,
I promise you, I will not do it
In a police car while handcuffed 
Or in the jail cell of a town
I only know the name of 
Because I have to drive through it
To get home.
Yes, I may be at risk,
But I promise you, I trust the maggots 
Who live beneath the floorboards
Of my house to do what they must 
To any carcass more than I trust
An officer of the law of the land
To shut my eyes like a man
Of God might, or to cover me with a sheet
So clean my mother could have used it 
To tuck me in. 
When I kill me, I will
Do it the same way most celebrities do,
I promise you: cigarette smoke 
or a piece of meat on which I choke 
Or so broke I freeze
In one of these winters we keep
Calling worst, I promise if you hear
Of me dead anywhere near
A cop, then that cop killed me. He took
Me from us and left my body, which is,
No matter what we've been taught,
Greater than the settlement 
A village can pay a mother to stop crying,
And more beautiful that the new bullet
Fished from the folds of my brain.





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