Death is a Dictator

When I am made World Dictator
Euthanasia will become official.
Register now, die tomorrow
Will be the slogan.

Your signature here, and there too.
Thank you dear Sir or Madam
No need to wait at home,
Disrupt your tedious life.

Tomorrow at some time of day,
Maybe picking up drycleaning,
Or in line to buy a Burger
Or or about to fuck.

A State Assassin will step up
And discretely shoot you
In the back of your head;
Then cart your corpse away.

The charge will be made
To your deceased estate
Or maybe National Insurance.
That’s not decided yet.

There will be a special service too,
For those who have tried
And failed to kill themselves.
They must get help.

Real help to reach their goal.
“Cry for help” is crap.
“Please stand in line
For the firing squad.”

Of course the problem is
With only happy, positive, people left
I shall have to switch out the light
And execute myself.

Damn !
Another
Plan
Gone wrong.

Click.