Mine was a Wednesday d**h
One afternoon
At approximately three-fifteen
I gave up and died
And nobody cried
Mine was a bloodless d**h
Not grim
Not gory
More like
Ali Macgraw's new enzyme
Detergent demise in "love story"
Neat and tidy
Unlike Christ's on Friday
Friends were fooled
By the fact
I still breathed
And I spoke
And I smiled
And I lied
In my handy dandy
Imitation life disguise kit
I sent away for it
The styrofoam face
Fits so neatly in place
With the pre-recorded voice
Of your choice
And it almost sounds read
It's a guaranteed deal
And you don't feel a thing
And you can teach it to sing
And all your friends
Are deceived
And nobody grieves
Mine was a Wednesday d**h
One afternoon
At approximately three-fifteen
I was quietly
Laid to rest
And nobody guessed
A handy disposable heart
Marks time in a plastic breast
And so it goes
And nobody knows
I am
Non
Bio-degradable.