When I Die

When I die,
donate my organs
to the sick,
feed my muscles
to the bees,
and grind my bones
into toxic dust
and put me in a pipe bomb.
Detonate me
at a Nazi rally
(whether they say
they’re nazis
or proud boys
or alt right
or cops).
Let their dying breath
be the essence
of a poor
slutty
transgender
radical
anarchist
communist
faggot.
Pretty please,
and thanks in advance.

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