Bullet Points

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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.