The End of the Line

The end of the line is death,
At least as far as we know.
Maybe, like some say, there's
More.  You might walk the Earth
Like some voodoo-ass zombie
(Hopefully with a six pack).  Or
You could be reborn, stuck with
Going through all this shit again
And, still, no guidebook.  Come
Back as a pig and live in fear of
People with t-shirts that read
'Bacon is my Spirit Animal'.  If
Come as a chicken, never ever 
Ever accept a free ride to the
Colonel's (either crispy or original).
That poor sundried shriveled up
Worm on the sidewalk most likely
Had way better times.  That is, if
You don't mind pushing your head
Through dirt.  This ain't been much
Of a happy trip.  When Old Yeller
Died, I cried.  When that bitch at
College kicked me in the nuts, I
Cried.  I don't cry that much now but
It seems people have always been
Kickin' me in the nuts.