Dave Bonta's poem is only six short lines, but it sets up a sharp contrast. On one side are "the morning people," a phrase that makes you picture early risers who are already rushing, hurried and irritable ("busy and mad"). On the other side is the speaker, who says they are "content / with being dead."
The word "dead" is the surprise. It could be taken literally, but the title, "Quick, dead," suggests a playful twist, since "quick" can mean both fast and alive. The poem seems to joke that the speaker has stepped out of the rush entirely. Judging by the tone, the speaker isn't sad about this. They sound calm, even a little smug.
The mood is darkly funny and oddly peaceful. Beneath the humor there may be a quiet comment on how exhausting busy daily life can feel, and how appealing it is to simply opt out.