Lie to me,
Tell me things like,
Everything,
Will be fine.
If I died tomorrow,
Who would care?
Who would show?
At my funeral?
Would people weep,
Or maybe start fights,
Would I be free,
Or stuck in chains,
Or maybe there's nothing,
But worms eating my brain,
Everything gone,
So why should I bother,
To write a novel,
Find my true lover,
Become the president,
But first a senator,
