i felt a rotting albatross
around my neck was hung
the barrel of my .38
was pungent on my tongue
a deadly glass of poison
was lifted to my lips
the suicide solution
was at my fingertips
but then i realized
in the pit of my despair
that suicide is pointless if
there’s no one who would care
and that’s when i decided
on a plan so cold and cruel
i grabbed my automatic
and i strolled into the school
and all the while thinking
that the world would surely heed
the pain that they’d inflicted
to make me do this deed
and when the blood-bath ended
it was time to end it all
and so i blew my brains out
on the high school classroom wall
and now just like the albatross
i’m rotting here in hell
and yet the world remains unchanged
as far as i can tell













