If You Don’t Find Love

In this city, you can die
In a lonely drive-by,
Blood oozing from your chest
In the dirty street
And someone will walk over you
Eating a sandwich
And never skip a beat.

If you don’t find love, one day,
You’ll suffer a funereal
Without any mourners,
Or possibly be tossed
On a garbage heap.

Things don’t look currently
That encouraging to me,
But I’m not decaying yet.