I Want To Be Dead

"I want to be dead",
What a strange thing to say.
She said it to me, it was only today.
"I need a good rest, to lay down in a grave".
My Goodness! My Gosh! What a way to behave.

There's more that she said as she told me her tale,
"I'm keen", she would say, "I'm real keen that I fail".
I gasped and I sighed as she spoke to me smugly,
"I don't look like a girl, I'm a man and I'm ugly".

"I live well alone 'cause I live as a hermit,
I don't drive a car, have no licence or permit
Daughter, come here, get right out of that park
No playing with boys, at this hour, in the dark".

Imagine my thoughts, I at peace in the south,
She settles her debts with a punch in the mouth.
Her partner won't speak, he just can't take a chance,
He knows, in her house, that it's she wears the pants.

I summon up strength, I have something to say,
I shake and I quiver, she's made me that way.
The things that she said made me think she's a ghoul,
When all's said and done, though, the lady's DEAD KOOL.
2004

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