I am stored on a shelf,
Next to medicines and ointments,
For man and beast.

I came in a small yellow box,
Marked with a 22.

I am shot out of a rifle,
Near the speed of sound.

I am good at killing ducks and people.

I can get the shooter in trouble,
And get them killed,
In front of a firing squad.

I am a known around the world as,
A killer.

I **** hundreds a day.

I start wars,
And end them.

I am the worst thing known to human kind,
Because nobody sees me,
But they always hear me,
Because I always go out with a,
BANG!

Day by day,
I wave at people,
As they walk by.

I am lit at night,
But not by day.

Everyone knows what I stand for.

Some people love me,
Some people burn me.

But I still wave,
To these people who walk by,
To tell them that I am still flying high.

For them and all the dead,
That died for me.

Because everything I symbolize is FREE.

One by one they fall,
Like the dominos in the hall.

It covers everything,
Like a blanket on a bed.

It’s as cold as a freezer,
But as warm as a blanket.

They never look alike,
But they always freeze the same.

It makes the world sparkle,
Like a disco ball.

It makes the ugliest thing known to mankind,
Look like the Mona Lisa.

So if it is so beautiful,
Why do people love to hate this thing called SNOW?

Day in and day out,
I sit on my porch,
And watch the sun rise and fall in the sky,
As I wait for my last days.

I listen to the rain as it hits the ground,
Which sounds like a fat juicy steak,
When it sizzles on the grill.

I smell the beautiful flowers in the garden,
As I close my eyes.

I feel my soul leave me,
As it floats effortlessly,
Above my lifeless body.

It watches my house shrink,
As it flies,
To those golden gates in the sky,
To meet its everlasting fate.

Consider a drip,
Falling from a faucet.
An effortless glide to the sink,
Plunging into the drain.
Twisting,
Turning,
Tumbling.
A skydiver’s free fall,
With out his chute.
A direct flight,
And then – the curve,
Hard,
Full,
Yucky,
Ding – ****, “ It’s the plumber he’s come to fix the sink.”

Day by day,
Moment by moment,
Life moves forward.

Minute by minute,
Your heart starts to slow.

Suddenly it stops.

Now you lay asleep,
As your life starts to slow.

Then it finally stops,
As you are lowered,
To your resting place,
Six feet under.