Duracell bunny

Duracell bunny

By jfarrell

 

I was found ‘fit for work’ about 9 months ago, now;

After 17 years overdosing, cutting wrists, hanging…

Donut jim, coward, waste of space drunk

COWARD…. useless… pointless…

 

Fit for work!

And I’m loving it!

Therapy and pills didn’t help;

And being drunk did!

 

One year from now, I will be rich and famous,

Or unknown, and, sadly, passed away (feck hanging, wrists, this time);

Work 6am til 11pm, and repeat….

I am not just “any” battery, or bunny.

 

At, £9.75 an hour,

I am a Duracell bunny;

Will,happily, work those 20 hour days ;-)

This late, in the game.

 

Maybe coward; lotsa suicides;

But I;m still here;

Drink, or work my self to death….

This late, in the game…

 

1 heart attack will do it….

 

Won’t it?

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i knew a man.. in his 60's.. pays all his pension on his rent, coz the lanlord wouldn't sign the forms for housing benefit... very nice bloke, the pensioner, i mean ;-)..but... aafter paying his rent, to a scumbag landlord, hee had to live on tea and biscuits, and whatever meals his sister could bring round...

though we telephone on birthdays (they are special occassions, after all), my sisster and i have had nothing to do with each other, since the children's home closed

 

10, 20 years from now...

i will be that old man, living on tea and biscuits....

and i'd really like to change that future

 

please help, any suggestions.... please

 

View suicideslug's Full Portfolio