Death???? Never Knew it Could Taste So Sweet

  Hanging from my shower pole I finally get some rest.
  I wonder when somebody will find me.
  By now I should be dead for about seven hours, thirty minutes, and fifty seconds.
  Throughout my life I've been a person of adventure.
  For this reason only I request to be buried in a shallow grave, in a strange land.
  If my request isn't accepted I'll try not to be upset.
  Being at odds is nothing new to my family.
  It's been this way since I went off to college.  

  Now I understand that I was a child of the age of eighteen and not "being able" to manage a piece of the ranch.
   Looking back I could see why this precious monument of our family history was put on sale more than twice.  
  Neither did they know who was putting in the most work.
  When someone got arrested for a DUI it was me that had to do their duties.
   It as me that had to fill in for someone who was knocked up.  
  It was me that had to sacrifice my spare time to run an errand because somebody didn't want to get off their lazy ass.
  I could've used other hateful words but lets say it got on my nerves.  
  Wait a second, come to think of it my burial place should be right here on this ranch.
  That's right, this God forsaken ranch where my fathers lied and mother cried.  
  This ranch is where my brother died and sisters tired.
  Oh, was my grandfather right, this ranch would be the death of him. Well was it?  
  Come to think of it the same ranch not only caused his death but left the remaining symptoms from his stroke.
  Seven years after this tragedy another will soon loom over their heads.  
  Hopefully they could get off there asses and form a family business.
  I would love for them to name it after Grandpa Herbert.
  Any possibility of meeting grandpa will be close to nothing.
  The clock is hitting twelve, leeches are crawling, and a everlasting burning awaits.-9/8/2017