Strong heart trot

I walk past the Greyhound to the music on my phone, down a secluded street where the homeless can be found and listen heavily for my heart to attack, then I'll fall in the street with my earphones on, with the music bumping when the ambulance comes. The paramedics will want to dance before the gurney's down, cause my body be twitching to the music off my phone. To the county they will rush me because it's closest by, but if I die, tears will flow, fore I'm known to be one of the nicest guys.