If tommorro be the day of my demise, the mere thought of which I do despise. I say this with no comprimise.      

to those left behind I do this advise;  Turn Baby and Booby loose in the desert if you will, they’ll be ok they have the inborn skill.

Give my pc and it’s accessories to goodwill, maybe someones dreams to yet fulfill.

Give Betsy my Neon to  my Grandson, it’s big enough and small enough so he can have fun.

And to my Grand daughter give her my coins if all lined up should reach from here to Desmoines.

And to my dear son, my only one give him my old house, absolutely free of bat roach and mouse.

I leave all my yard ornaments to my neighbor next door, so she won’t have to swipe anymore.

And to my neighbor across the back fence give her my cans, so she can squeeze a few more cents.

And to the world from which I hsve gone,I leave the attachment from which I have grown.

As I write this poem Im fogging up my glasses not from serene,but from nicotine

And my fingers are moving like frozen molasses from looking at the wierd stuff im putting on this screen