Tonight's Poet Corner: Here's An Idea

Here's An Idea
by Belinda Roddie

Bake more pies, smoke more dope,
build more snowmen. The closer you get
to certain death, the more vinyls you should
have collected, more beers drunk, more
stones skipped, and more fireworks lit
on whatever holiday seemed appropriate at the time.

After all, there are plenty of people who
would like nothing more than for you to die
young and alone. Don't let them cheer for that.
Don't let them scrape the whipped cream off
your slice of apple a la mode. Don't let them
pour your lager out of its comfortable glass. Bitches
will always kill a good idea before it's well cooked, so
let it get crispy, chew on it, swallow, smile,
and let the sparkles crackle on your teeth
and grant you another hundred years to live.