How Would You Do It?

Often, while bored

I think of all the people

In this world,

Who truly despise me

The people who

Would love to hear that

I have died,

Passed on,

Kicked the proverbial bucket

I drift back and think of all the ways

I have bothered these people

These same people

Who, countless times

Have bothered me, too

I often think it would be fun

To sit these people down

And ask each one

The same question

“If you could get away with killing me, how would you do it?”

I know this isn’t ‘normal’ thought pattern,

But what the hell?

It brings me to a full smile

Especially when I think

Of all their creative ways

I imagine some people

Would want to kill me

Some more than once, I bet

I mean, with all the options

Only having one shot at it,

Kind of seems

Like a ripoff

But that’s when the smile leaves

because there is always a follow-up thought

And this one, I don’t much care for

It’s the thought

Of those few people

Who wouldn’t want to tell me

Their ideal way of

polishing me off

When I think of these few people,

I’m no longer smiling

And the reason is simple

These are the few people,

I believe,

Who have a real desire

To get rid of me

And that scares me

More than the dying part

Because one of those faces

Of the people who truly hate me

Might be the last face I see

And that alone

Is a reason to mix a drink

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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13 comments

  1. Interesting… I think about how I would kill, predictable I suppose. I am also not a quiet one, I have a temper and it’s not pretty – so your poem has got me thinking now… who would want to destroy me with as much enthusiasm as I would put in to destroying another? Many.. would, I presume. I’m re blogging this if you don’t mind. I really like it. It has given me food for thought. I am a narcissistic little shit – so thinking of it the OTHER way around is a refreshing thought to ponder.

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  2. Strange thought.. I would say I think of death but not how people would want to kill me.. I think of how it feels to be dead.. do they see people?. How does one really die?? Someone should come back and tell the tale one day..

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