Eventually

When you reach a certain age,
Newspaper obituaries usually
List someone you know
Or knew as the case may be.
Old farts don't last all that long.
You remember when they and you
Were a whole lot younger.
Wild younger days when you
Never expected to reach thirty,
Never mind collecting social security.
After a while, the news isn't sad.
Passing is just a day-to-day thing.
So, it's all come to this.  Now,
I'm too weak to hold the gun
And pull the trigger.  Should have
Thought of and done that sooner.
Eventually, I'll make the paper.



The Claim in Question

The claim in question was that
Perfection is random and that
Chaos is the order of the day.
Quantum thought dictates that
Every choice leads to a different
Random existence within an
Endless multitude of futures
Uncontrolled by any will or reason.
The hash may be pure but, when
Smoked, the dreams seem tainted.
The atheist was finally convinced
That there was a God.  After all,
Who else would be sending the
Devil to fuck with him so often.
At that point, the sloshed brains
Matched coins for the next round.