How To Die Gracefully

So good to see so many friends Rallying around my bed. Such trouble I must make amends, It's not like I am Dead! You there, come forward come here sir, I don't believe we've met. I know you'll make this party whir, Friendly gypsy, I'll bet? I hope you brought trinkets to show, Everyone seems so sad. Any trick shall set them aglow, Even if they are bad! Now sir I did not mean offence. No need to point at me. I take it back, let's recommence, the party revelry. Your fingers are so white, so cold, I'd dare say they were bone. I cannot say it, can't be so bold, Your him, who takes mine own No! You listen here my good man, There's been a grave mistake, Sorry to inconvenience your plan, I'm not your one to take! I can't go now, not now, so soon, It surely is a lie. I beseech you, please grant me a boon, I cannot go to die. ............... A touch, a flash and all is changed. Now after my farewell Harem of girls round me arranged, Yes! My idea of Hell! Ah well, it seems, I must be dead, kicked the merry bucket, And now, if offered my old bed: I would proclaim, “fuck it!”