If I Died Tomorrow

We all have a living to make.
The idea is different to each and every person.
Me papa works at a drug store in town,
While mama toils away with handicapped children
All day, everyday, with no end in sight.
My sister, who is me mama's inspiration,
Is handicapped, and goes to school to be productive.
And me? What about yours truly?
Well, I don't do a hell of a lot, really.
I'm a parasite, I suppose you could say.
I suck the blood from my host,
Sit around while it circulates throughout my body,
And smile a shit-faced grin. At what, I do not know.
So, there you have my life in a nutshell.
It has no substance. Zilch. Nada.
No friends to share my few joys in life.
My own family thinks I'm worthless as hell.
Perhaps that's the way I'm supposed to be.
Anymore, I just don't care. Don't care at all.

If I died tomorrow, would I miss the world?
If I died tomorrow, would anyone really care?
If I died tomorrow, would this ol boy see heaven or hell?
I suppose this is pointless to say, but it has to be said:
I think if I died tomorrow, life wouldn't experience a ripple.