I is a good letter

So
pack your cards
your years
cava crocodile tears

i'm now of an age
where nothing
but trust matters

in a moment
when the
sweet chaotic
sound
of morning birds
whistling dixie
will trumpet me
and serenade you
to your absurd oblivion
i really will be released

you will then leave
this sunrise
tripping over
your bullshit night bag
in front of hateful
school children
who will laugh at you

you deserve
no more than this

i do