| "Death the Shit-Talker" by: Jason C. Newton Death is right up in my face And he's talking so much shit. How he'll put me in my place And I'm so tired of it. I say, "Fuck off, Death I just don't care! You've got bad breath And really ugly hair." Then I'm so amazed When he starts to cry. Says he's just so dazed, He doesn't want to pry. Says that no one cares That life sucks anyhow. That it's not fair, Everyone want's to die now. I touch his shoulder And say "Man, it's okay. I feel ten times older, It's just not my day." Then he just smiles and rips out my heart. "Stupid humans." |
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