OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 21: Hideous Death or Just Misery

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Since I have the libido of roadkill

I really couldn't give a rip

Whether it's love or lust

If there was a spark in the dark

I probably didn't notice

My desire is long dead and buried in a desert 

Or a scrap heap

Or a tomb with no view

And I have no intentions of reviving it

Anytime in the near future

Or ever

I'm better off without it

But I am questioning

And I am deciding

Whether this wretched cough

Complete with nasty mucus

Is just a lousy cold

Or if this awful feeling

Like someone set an anvil on my chest

Is in fact the beginnings

Of something quite a bit worse

Like maybe Captain Trips

So my choices boil down to this:

Am I a miserable hypochondriac

Or am I about to leave behind a really vile corpse

For some unfortunate soul to discover

Laying on the couch

Slime running from the eyes, nose, and mouth

Of my putrefying body

Kitchen Nightmares playing on the computer

I will die thinking 

If Gordon Ramsay survives

He will cut Randall Flagg to bits with his words

Thus ends my alternate universe version of The Stand

And now, if you'll excuse me

I must cough up a lung

By now it should come as no surprise

That I don't have a man in my life

My Give-A-Fuck broke a long time ago

No fellow in his right mind wants a partner

With a twisted sense of humor like mine

~Cie~