Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write

posthumous party

Celebrate me
Dance, dance upon my grave while my body rots away six feet underneath
Stomp on its red wet soil, i know how much you always wanted to
walk all over me like motorcars on highway asphalt

Toast for me
Pop a bottle of champagne or two and for god's sake don't you dare mourn me like i meant something to you
I know just how much you've been waiting for this

downfall
defeat
destruction

I'll give it to you
this time,
I'll give it to you

for i have always wanted that too

— celebrate me, i dare you