An Existentialist Suicidal Note

 

 

I have the existentialist's crisis

Without the courage to accept

The responsibility of my death

So I have tied a long rope to my neck

And the end of the rope to a young tree

Which I have planted and watered

With my own hands and free will

Waiting for it to grow tall and strong

To hold my body like a flag

Of a lazy timid existentialist

Who can only bear to read

Franz Kafka and Sadegh Hedayat

But not able to bear the smell of gas.

Please, throw an apple to my back!