DON'T TELL ME HOW IT ENDS

Don’t Tell Me How It Ends.

I won’t. I don’t, I refuse to believe you.

Call me if you wish, stupid, 

a commun-ist (communal-ist?),

Ignorant, arrogant, conceited; 

never, ever call me

Mitch or Donald, Donnie, George,

Elizabeth, Susan or Fred.

Don’t tell me how it ends. 

Life isn’t a story, a fairy tale;

You don’t know, you guess,

Based on faulty information

And faulty information gathering;

Not to mention your paucity of tools

For data analysis. 

[I told you not to mention that.]

I’ve already decided, to cast the cast

(who will play me?). It’s in my head,

It will be my day of departure;

My final hurrah. My final breath.

Before eternity says, “hello”,

“Waiting for you, we have.”