Cut me to pieces
A live organ donor
Just sell all my parts
I’m sure someone can use them
Far better than me
They may reach the sky
Or at least the end of their street.
They can find good people to meet.
That’s more than I’ve done.
You can rule the black market
Make millions of dollars.
So many are desperate.
So many need.
I’m just a waste
A waste of a space
Not the mention the air
That I’ve breathed.
Please stop me
I’m using up every resource
For nothing, no good
So just give me away.
Sell me as parts or as a whole
But please just let me be used and useful