Seeking oblivion I googled the suicide pages In search of a recommendation.
All I found was anodyne drivel telling me not to give in to despair.
If I survive this night in spite of myself I know what I’ll have to do
What the world needs is a suicide page that’s not a reproof but a how to.
Six point six billion the worlds population, one point three percent die every year
That’s eighty six million, a big pile of corpses, One more or less is very small beer.
For all of those who pretend to care and for those rare few who do
I say get a life, but make it your own, unless you’ve a mind to take on some pain
All that you’re doing is saving the misery, storing it up for the next rainy day.
Take all of your misguided worthy intentions and all your trite theories and pack them away.
Take your moral philosophy your truth and your certainty; take it all back to your Moral Authority.
Take it back to your god with a message from me.
You do not exist you are just an idea so who are you to begrudge me the same?
David S Dennis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/99-to-those-who-pretend-to-care/
