Death Is a Pest!
Don't Sweat Death, it Is Inevitable
Death is not mocked
Death is a pest a pestilence a reminder daily that he is in control in the long run he will win any red mark or a lump and Death chuckles in your ear any sharp pain or labored breathing and he whistles from your lungs a close call the squeal of brakes and he's in your rear view mirror waving like a fiend he stands in the dark while you sleep lest you dream of falling and actually hit the ground he will catch you in his dark earth arms and enfold you there forevermore he has taken so many from me and he is always a burgular of souls I cherish some are on his list right now others just passed I would kill death oh so slowly rotting his flesh in a cancer ward while burning small parts of his body with his testicles in a vice and closing it 1/8 th of an inch each day filling his mouth with worms oh. to have the ability to murder death to reverse the process he is behind me now reading over my shoulder if he taps me I'm a goner screw him I'm typing and I will go when I'm damned good
and ready to so take that Dea................................................................................. .............................................................................. .......................arrrgghhhhhh!!!!!!!!! ++ M.F.B. III ++ 2017 R I P "To make a jest of death is
to embrace life to the fullest
thus we climb mountains j
jaywalk...smoke and dare
to take risks that could kill.......
© 2017 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
