The Whispers of a Whippersnapper

Ill conceived preparation is no preparation at all,
that is what I learned here,
no belief that you needed me as much as I needed you,
no anger that we were not enough,
just poor planning on the part of the people who plan,
and I could never be one of them,
because in most cultures,
plan equals boring,
and boring equals premature death,

I was afraid of death,
since before the age of six,
since my mother told me that it was a reality but one that laid very far from here,
here does not seem so far,
not these days,
especially with these ill conceived notions that function like functioning things do,
quickly and then not at all,

But I told you,
after all,
you and your best worst laid plans---