If I had my whim you’d starve today

A soup would mock your hunger

A dog would laugh at your thirst

And birds would peck out your eyes.

If I had my druthers you’d beg today

A floor would scratch you knees

A hall would echo your voice

And a whip would mare your back.

If I had my way

every hour, minute, second

Every dollar, effort,

Every meal

Every thought

every single thing in relation to you would evaporate

turn to pounds of dust and

bury you

never to rise

If I had my way you’d die today.

A coffin would rock you to sleep

Worms would keep you company

And dirt would be your blanket.