"I Want To Be Dead": A Spoken Word Anthem For A Suicidal Generation

This poem is provided as text and spoken word video. I have offset the humanity of it all by using a machine to recite the spoken word. She has a very sexy voice, and so it pleases me. This is a great poem for everyone who is looking forward to going to heaven, or at least a step up from this particular hell.

Some people want to be rich and famous
Some people want to buy a new house
A new car
Some people want a new job
And speaking of jobs
Some people want one that blows
Some people want one for their nose

I want to be dead
I'm tired of living
Oh sure ...
I am a talented person
I could still become a millionaire
But eventually I will be dead anyway
So why should I care?

Is there a woman out there
who knows how to make chili and angel food cake?
Who is horny as sin and wants to throw my back out of place?

But I've been there before
And when you get a little bit you're never satisfied
You still want more,and more,and more
That's why rich people get down with the sickness
They are very rich and they are very bored

And so they become freaks of nature
For instance: They might get naked
and have a prostitute tie them upside down
over a toy train going around the track
with a "Make America Great Again" slogan painted on her back
Clickety Clack
Clack Clickety

I want to be dead
I'm tired of living
Oh sure, I am a great songwriter
I could still become a millionaire
But eventually I will be dead anyway
So why should I care?

Tomorrow the sun will rise
And the sky will be blue again
But it will never be new again
I'm tired of kidding myself
Sometimes we just live too long
Yes, ignorance is bliss
And it's something I miss

If you can't shoot me now
Then just hit me in the head
with a very dense and blunt object
Maybe I'll forget who I am
Then tie a ribbon around me
and ship me off to Japan
Maybe that's what I need
To make a new start in a strange new land

Let someone else take my place
The homeless kid in the ghetto
A Syrian refugee
A Palestinian
A Mexican who needs a break
A white man who makes $75,000.00 a year
and suffers from reverse discrimination
Give them a chance
Perhaps they might find some joy in living

Oh! Jelly! Jelly! JellY!
Sounds like a blues song does it not?
Damn straight it does!
"Cause I'm dripping with the blues
You'll probably read about me in the Sunday Paper
Or see me on the evening news

'Cause I want to be dead
I'm tired of living
Oh sure, I'm good looking
And if you've got the hammer
I've got the nine inch nail
I could still become a millionaire
But eventually I will be dead anyway
So why should I care?

GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON