Carry his dead body out of the terraced house
He died from noise pollution
Screaming kids, yapping dogs and vomiting adults on one side
and a banger and a driller and a thumper ont other.
He started at 8.10 this morning and it’s now 17.44.
If the deceased had not been an introvert he might have
survived
but he chose to hide from the world but the world wouldn’t
leave him alone.
Crooked mouths with Cardiff accents.
“We know you’re in there”
“I’m dead, call an undertaker”
“Do you want horses at the front?”
“Too expensive, a refrigerated van will do”
“Right o. That’ll teach you to be a loner! Keeping yourself to yourself!”
“Too late now, I’m dead. Can you hurry up cos rigor mortis
has started and I have turned yellow. I’ll
be stinking before long”
“Don’t worry, they won’t notice around here.”
“It’s incredible to live in a world where it’s easier to die
than it is to have a nervous breakdown.”
Further Reading
https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2015/02/my-house-coffin.html
https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2015/03/terraced-soldiers.html
https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2015/01/i-dont-go-to-funerals.html
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