Dead

I'm experiencing a sense of distortion, memory relapse, where do I be?

Math all around me, I gasp.. I hear 'a pounding.

I fall to the ground, they cheer thinking I'm clowning.

But my breath be shrinking.

I'm peeking at death and it's winking.

Now, I'm frowning.

My chest be Ow-ing.

I knew it would be a heart attack as it's the heart they attacked.

When I pulled out the mattress and started my practice.

Scheduled to get up and spark the matches, wore a funny get-up.

I was upset, fed up.

I tore off the blooding door and rose my head up.

Got all my T.O.E's in 'a row, now I'm dead, fuck.. in the garden under the bedrock like Bin Laden.

I'm finding that I'm shot in the head. Fuck!