Once upon a time,
Men in your land,
Having completed their purpose,
Satisfied with exit,
Knowing the burden they held on others,
Sent themselves over the edge.
The Romans did it too,
Once,
To the ones they'd grown tired of.
To the smart, the diligent,
the downright annoying.
Like them, I'd want to be condemned
from memory.
Nothing but a burden to those
Forced to carry a part
Of me within.
One day I might throw myself
Off one of those old Londinium bridges
All I can think of:
Falling into a sea of anal ejecta, piss,
An undercurrent of bubbling viscous fat
Choking me to death.
One day,
I will become one with the shit.