The Dying Man
       

He died one hundred times.
After the one hundredth time,
he decided he might start living.
But then he died again.
Some deaths were better than others.
He thought maybe he'd start living,
but nothing ever came of it.
He kept on dying,
even though they put him in the hospital.
The doctors insisted on machines.
His dying made the doctors so angry
a few of them had strangled him.
One of them had killed him twice.
It didn't make a difference.
He kept on dying.

He kept on dying.
It didn't make a difference.
One of them had killed him twice.
A few of them had strangled him.
His dying made the doctors so angry,
the doctors insisted on machines.
Even though they put him in the hospital,
he kept on dying.
But nothing ever came of it.
He thought maybe he'd start living—
some deaths were better than others.
But then he died again.
He decided he might start living.
After the one hundredth time,
He died one hundred times.

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