The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 92

DAY 92: How to Die -- let me count the ways

there's heart disease and cancer,

broken hearts, cancer on the presidency,

suicide and car wrecks (sometimes the same thing)

mass shootings and cop killings -- stay away from

crowded places -- there's domestic accidents

terrorist attacks, choking on steaks, poisonous

snakebites, meteorites and lightning strikes,

being pushed off your balcony by your ex-

and there's COVID-19, the novel corona-

virus, a worldwide pandemic that started

in 2019, that is so big-ass and bad-ass

that it's beaten all others in the ratings

-- The Rapture is here at last, now

we can all go out with a Big Bang

not like my cousin who just got news

that her breast cancer treatment (boring)

will take about 5 years (too long)  -- but that's 
here in Italy, in the USA (being made greater 
by the minute) healthcare is fun, everyone has a gun

so at any time, things get rough

don't get tough, pop one in your mouth

like medicine to avoid the agony of defeat

float into the clouds, angels play harps in skimpy

outfits with no underwear, goblets of 100-proof nectar --

bliss awaits, if you know how

to die --

Non-COVID-ly.

I don't want to die.
I don't want a gun.
I don't want COVID-19.
I don't want to be number one in the ratings.
I don't want heaven.
I don't want to complain.
Please let me remain.
Please help.