Finish It

I think I have it all figured out
to a tee.
I'll stock pile my stash of
everything I can get a hold of,
from now until that day
tends to present itself.

I'll find my child a
suitable home so her life
doesn't consist of
States and Systems.
A place without shackles
and unbearable restrictions.
A place of creativity and love
that has no binds.
One with boundaries, but
no boot camp strategy's.

I think I have it all figured
out to a tee.

I'll wait till payday and
go to all the banks.
Get cashier checks
to be granted to the
bier of my estate.

I'll cowardly sulk my head
in a downward snap,
as my feet drag
entering a past tense place
four years of love and
livid memories.
Walls of shame,
tinted a smoke screen
shade of pale white.

I think I have it all figured
out too a tee.
I'll place myself just beneath
the 12" ceiling fan.
Ipod in one ear,
playlist of my favorite songs
so they will find
my message,
when my body is left behind.