Kill me quick

' KILL ME QUICK '

There might be a thousand ways to die,
and only one way to live,
For some it's just a confusion in between,
But for one Mr. Ken,
There was always the 'Kill me quick ' option.

In a rugged hut,
The filthiest of all places in the town,
He walks in with a full wallet
And leaves empty of his earthly sorrows.

Kill me quick,
Kill me happy,
Kill me swift,
Kill me now,
Drunken chats he'd mutter,
After a pints that were never odd in number,
( there's always that +1)
He saw heaven much more nearer.

It didn't matter whether it was Monday or Sunday,
After all they were just days,
Man must live or die..
Ken survived half the times.

Then came Friday then 13th,
Let's just say Cliché became niche,
On the worn out stool,
Just like that,
Kill me quick,
Actually killed in a flash.