Sorry to report I don't want to live any more.
I've been suffering since 1984.
Parkinson's is such a sod, an incessant kind of itching.
Heading off to Switzerland to cure my bitching.
Going to book a holiday to Dignitas.
When I'm done I'll be nothing but ash.
Tried suicide in ninety-eight.
(I was scared I wouldn't reach the pearly gates.)
Saying my goodbyes but do not cry.
There's no value in asking why.
The affliction is too much maybe I'll go Dutch
With the Devil if he tries to claim my soul.
Is morphine on the all-inclusive?