When asked if you would pick cake or death,
Just go for the sweetest one.
I’d finish a piece and an Espresso
While waiting for the gates of Hell to open for me.
Fifteen years in the future, and maybe
I’ll get both and die from diabetes
After cursing god and regretting it
During every New Year’s Eve spent alone
Camus would understand the value
Of a good cup of caffeine. Even a well planned
Suicide can wait.
Marriage, eventually, will only bring sorrow…
Yet my heart
Has made me a bitter bachelorette
Will I live long enough to bring myself
To ever pray again?
If god is real
When will he send me away to where
No light can ever reach?