TOAST
The thing about dying
that bothers me most
is after you've done it
folks say you are "toast,"
as if while we live we
are nothing but bread
being cooked in a toaster,
not done till we're dead.
On the day I stop breathing,
remark if you must
that my goose has been cooked
or I've bitten the dust,
that I've purchased the farm
or surrendered the ghost.
Just do me one favor:
Don't say I am "toast."
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