If this is my last day
shouldn’t I be out of my house
letting my skin absorb its last ray?
Tell me what would be worse
strolling about in meadows green
or an hour long session with a life nurse?
If today is the last am seen
I’d love to touch your core
with a teary sorry for when I was mean
Oh like a lioness I’d love to roar
so the whole world drowns in my song
for you of me to have more
And in death’s stare, you who has done me wrong
are a speck of sand in the desert
a minority i majored in, a crowd i could never belong
And maybe am someones brat
but if this is my last day
I’d love to dole out the gold in me to a church rat
as I let my skin absorb its last ray.