The Alternative to Growing

He's falling apart for real in this rhyme.
Suck on a lemon.  Suck on a lime.
He falls apart one piece at a time:
There goes an arm,
There goes a conscience,
There goes his sense of alarm,
So now he sees no doctor.
He sees no point,
And then he sees nothing
As his eyes go--
Fall out on the floor,
Roll across the room,
And now they're no more.
There go five teeth, three fingers, two nuts,
And all the hair on his head's left side
Along with (thank God for the freak's sake) his pride.
Then the real mess happens;
His skin crumbles off,
Blows away like ash,
Greatly accelerating his organs' decline--
They all turn yellow,
Then brown.
Then he falls down.
He does not get up.
His brain, heart and lungs fight on 'til the end
Along with his mouth,
Which wails, "What happened?
Where'd I go?"
It repeats this for hours
Until the last part of him, his pain, dies too.
Before looking away, one thing you must know:
Life is quick-- death is slow.