Is death like an orgasm?
If so, I can’t wait.
Just disappointed when it's over
and I’m done with all the razzamatazz,
entering the pearly gates
and greeting death with a big orgasm.
It’s all just inclusion or exclusion
of what’s to be declared as fate—
disappointing when it’s over,
indeed—when I've slipped into the crevasse
of nothingness like a hot date,
having an orgasm
first thing when the gray phantom
wraps me in their arms of clay.
Now ain’t I disappointed that it’s over
and I’m drained of every ounce of protoplasm!
I found love, just a spasm late.
Death’s like an orgasm—
I’m already jonesing for another!
