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.