Somebody Shoot Me Before I Get There

Dementia will come like my dad they say,

I still have some sense but have little hair,

Signs are showing I’m on the way,

Somebody shoot me before I get there.

 

My brother has sense and more hair than me,

When asked he’ll say he hasn’t a care,

I’ll watch him close to see where he be,

Somebody shoot me before I get there.

 

Think I’m kiddin’ about what’s involved?

I deal with it daily and it gives me a scare,

Refreshed is my memory when I visit my maw,

Somebody shoot me before I get there.

 

No one who knows me is willing to be,

None who love me are willing to go there,

No one to put me out of my misery,

No one to shoot me before I get there.

 

Well shit, that’s a sad note to start the day …

– Wint

About Wint

Pray, love, parent, play, give back... repeat.
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One Response to Somebody Shoot Me Before I Get There

  1. mike wallauer says:

    I’m planning on having my brain cells, but even if I don’t, this body will fail down the road. So when it is time, give me a rowboat with a sail on it and some 151 rum and set me on the high seas.
    Have a party for me before I go; because i won’t need no casket.

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