Ways to die

I know a hundred ways to die.

I've often thought that I'd try one:

Lie down beneath a motor truck

Some day when standing by one.

Or throw myself from off a bridge --

Except such things must be

So hard upon the scavengers

And men that clean the sea.

I know some poison I could drink.

I've often thought I'd taste it.

But mother bought it for the sink,

And drinking it would waste it.