But If I Die...

               

But if I die...who will know where that stupid thing goes?

But if I die...people might talk shit behind my back.

But if I die...what happens to the full tank of gas?

But if I die...who will keep an eye on all these sneaky artists?

But if I die...who will apologize every day for my mistakes?

But if I die...all those non-existent divine beings will have been correct!

But if I die...will my adjectives still be as real?

But if I die...who will forgive you your embarrassing hatred?

But if I die...how will money get bad ideas without me?

But if I die...who will watch the snow's literary criticism?

But if I die...who will forget the way home?

But if I die...who will stroke the fur of books which are dead wolves?

But if I die...who will talk to the left side of your split face?

But if I die...who will remind you every sparrow is really Josef Stalin?

But if I die...where will I place my gifts of vulnerabilities for you?

But if I die...who will feed my cat and satisfy my lover?

But if I die...who will be jealous of you to help you streamline your death?

But if I die...who will forget to lock the most important door?

But if I die...who will like a child borrow light and forget to return it?