Poem -

TABOO

If you are not alive when I write
this then you are dead. If you are
dead while I write this, then this
letter is for you. Urgently. Please
read. If you are dead when you're
read this then I want you to know
you are special and ...different.
As different from me, from you,
whoever you were, as it is
humanly possible to be.
Unfortunate word choice. Ha ha.
But you know what I mean. 
Please read. Read the fucking
letter. Then reply. Please reply.
Pretty please. These are the
things I'd like you to tell me.
Where are you. How did you get
there? Is it nice. Is god nice. Is
god at all?? Did it hurt, are you
ok, are you still dead? Scrap that
...I'm not stupid, if you are
properly dead... as in not existing
then obviously you can't answer
anyway. If you are properly
dead...don't read, this letter is not
for you. . Ditto if you're not dead
yet. Wait untill you are dead
before before reading, then read.
Read the fucking letter. Reply.
Don't forget to reply. Stamp
enclosed. Thankyou. And
remember, you're special. Very
special. You know stuff. I want to
know it too.
PS...don't tell anyone I've written
to you.This subject must never
be discussed...ever, it is top
secret, classified, taboo. If you
tell anyone about this I will have
to kill you. Sorry, ha ha...bad
joke. I'm not violent. Hope to
hear from you soon.
Ta.

M P 6/9/22 

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