That night, I wished to die.

The car, sliding towards the tree.

An accident, a perfect escape

From life, and from myself.

If my mind ceases to exist,

Don’t I, also?

At least them I can’t drive myself crazy anymore

And guess what, professor?

I will be the first to go to God

Or not, for that matter

The valedictorian of Hell

The first to come, the first to go

The first to answer all your questions

I’d write, but I don’t think the paper

In Hell is flame-retardant

And in my Hell, there is no ink

Yes, I will answer all your questions

But first, answer mine

Since when is life meant to be

So painful

That a six-by-three foot box

Under the cold earth sounds better?