This is Not a Suicide Note; This is a Letter of Resignation

Sound, my homies. It's raw, and childish because I refuse to use anything other than ABCB* but essentially this is a poem saying a big fuck you to society and it's all about conceptualisation of ideas culminating in metaphorical martyrdom and shit. It's also probably incredibly flawed in places, but essentially life is a business. Yes.

Constructive criticism welcomed greatly.

This is not a suicide note;

This is a letter of resignation.

I grow disillusioned working here

In this lifeless corporation.

Have my notice; let me take

My chances somewhere else.

Change my expiration date

And pull me from the shelf.

I’ll take no baggage when at last

This letter has been sent.

Life; I never truly owned-

I merely paid for rent.

Forgive me this, but life transcends

The beating of my heart.

Shakespeare exists in his own words

And Van Gogh in his art.

I dare not speak these words for you

Will only tax my breath.

Perhaps it’s true, that as footprints

These notes are better left.

Good sir, you built this mind of mine;

You dare not strike me now I say

That life has such a bitter taste

And I would rather eat away.

I’m tired of imitation products;

I want to have the real thing.

I want to feel the greener grass;

I want to hear the true birds sing.

The party in the cave goes on;

I’m left alone and weary.

Good sir, I leave your presence now

You shall not notice me.

I leave behind this whisper

I write as my own lament.

This Eulogy I hope will be

An echo once it’s sent.

A final purpose; more than I

Have ever been before.

Unwanted products are nothing

Till they’re shipped out of the store.

Good sir, I’ve left. I doubt you’ll chase

This ghost of mine; I’m gone.

Echoes are not swayed by bars

And I think you’ll find I’m one.

This is not a suicide note;

This is a postcard from afar.

I’d ‘wish that you were here’

But you can’t drive here by car.

*correction made from 'ABAB' to 'ABCB' <--- my bad, folks.