You might die tomorrow

You might die tomorrow

Of too much coffee intake
20 starbucks a day
Sleeping with the woman you've been hating for 20 years
Or wildly criticizing the establishment

You might die tomorrow
At the hand of those
You love,
Of too much healthy food
Day to day worry
Or night to night boredom

You might fell in love today
And die tomorrow
But if you chew and spit the days
Like some cheap tobacco
Then my friend it seems
We're already sobbing
At your boring funeral.