Death Is A Pest!

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 jest of death is

to embrace life to the fullest

thus we climb mountains j

aywalk...smoke and dare

to take risks that could kill.......

Matthew F. Blowers III