A HOBSON CHOICE

When I die I want to die alone
no maudlin sounds no weepy eyes
bygone voice of yesteryear
Funeral dirge baneful riffs
eulogy to soothe
I die alone

The place it does not matter to me 
a time is not my choice to choose 
The way to go is my prize 
refuse to share the stage 
Sonneteer retire
I die alone

if you feel a need to share a song 
If you a feel need say goodbye
Do it while I stand erect 
adroitly shake my hand 
A wake be today 
I die alone 

If the afterlife you’re looking for 
will not see a hue in my eyes 
The last vison face to face 
is wrapped up in white lace 
Touch me in the box
I die alone

Michael Hutchence Elliot Smith
ended with no solo encore
Kerouac would drink to death 
on air for all to see 
finally off the road
I die alone

I disagree with the Welch poet
go gently into that good night
Nothing left or absolute
It’s nothing right or wrong
pain comes be not there
I die alone

As with the journey coming nearer
Tell me all the options betwixt 
Only Hobson Choice be plum
I’ll ride the callous vote
My choice my voyage
I die alone