"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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