Mine was a Wednesday death One afternoon at approximately 3.15I gave up and died, and nobody cried Mine was a bloodless death, not grim, notgory More like Allie McGraw's new enzyme detergentDemise in love's story Neat and tidy, unlike Christ's on FridayFriends were fooled by the fact I still breathed, and I spoke, and I smiled,and I lied In my handy-dandy imitation life-disguise kitI sent away for it Styrofoam face fits so neatly in placeWith the pre-recorded voice of your choice And it almost sounds realIt's a guarantee deal You don't feel a thing, and you can teachit to sing And all your friends are deceived, and nobodygrieves Mine was a Wednesday deathOne afternoon at approximately 3.15 I was quietly laid to rest, and nobody guessedA handy-disposable heart Marks time in a plastic breastAnd so it goes, and nobody knows I am non-biodegradableI am non-biodegradable