Last Laugh
Will I have a hangnail when I die
All swollen, painful, pink
Or perhaps an eyelash in my eye
These are the things on which I think
With those final bits of breath I take
Great void of blackness, on the brink
Will my pointer finger pulse with ache
Will I have one last scratchy blink
Back pain, splinter, paper cut
Clogged nose, or tears, from sour stink
Toothache, leg cramp, sudden hiccups
That final itch just out of reach
Nothing ever goes the way
I plan, precisely nice and neat
So why should my days gracefully fade
Without a last sardonic nod and wink
— April Resnick
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sometimesihatemycat 
ha, you’ve stolen your own thunder
:-)…I tend to do that a lot. Also, stepping on myself…another talent of mine.
well, if you don’t do it, someone else will … agh, your gravatar’s changed
True. I thought it was time for a change, no?