No words needed to describe this poem.

Double Casket

A foreigner to me
May be a relative to you,
It is clearly all about
Our particular point of view.

And when they're whacked out crazy
I'm about to blow a gasket,
If the both of us expire
We're going to need a double casket.

So my modus operandi
Is to be liberal with the drugs,
And my advice to family
"Could you give them lot's of hugs?"

Fibril_late;
4/9/08