951

Incontinent
by The Tiger Lillies

I’m incontinent
I soil the sheets
My heart beat is
Growing weak, I
Even find it
Hard to speak
As my urine
From me leaks
I strap on my col-
Ostomy bag
I’m feeling like
An old rag
I stagger slowly
Slow and meek
Death for me would
Be a release
My mind is like a
Leaking sieve
My memories I
Can’t relive
I walk a hun-
Dred yards in pain
I’m a slacker dis-
Consolate and lame
For my death I
Cannot wait
It’s an event I’ll
Celebrate
My funeral, it
Seems to me
Is an event to
Set me free
My funeral, it
Seems to me
Is an event to
Set me free!

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