“People are bloody ignorant apes” – Gogo

A cold, empty, lifeless, impersonal machine
that was nevertheless like a man
Flashed advertisements from its stainless steal face,
offering affordable death plans

The plans were as follows:
(A succinct and comprehensible list)

1) Full-body cancer
2) Marriage and mortgage
3) A swift slice to both of the wrists

I considered my options:

“Total-cancer should offer insight into the human condition
but the process is gaudy- radiation, chemo-
I’m not here to put on a show.

Method two is intriguing, full of ambition,
A wife and a house sound like a slow way to go,
the benefits are clear, it’s hard to say no,
but I fear responsibilities may distract from my deathly mission.

Slit wrists, eh? I get kind of fainty around blood…”

I stood there weighing my options
As I pondered the edge of the knife
I scarcely noticed that an eternity had passed
I had been cursed with eternal life.