go out like a champ my friend

each night i write
i do so next to the
girl in a wheelchair
you sent me one

you told me you
found it in a dumpster
and thought it needed a
better home

best of luck with the
impending murder

go out like a champ
my friend

take them all down

and no need to speak
of love or remembering
or wish or could or

just make sure the knife
is sharp, the clothes are
dark and the hose doesn't
have any holes

i'd hate to see you fumbling
with duct tape on the day
you're planning your escape