I've no time for a lovers request
I'm already overdue for my own sure death
I see Dylan waving to hurry on up
"It's not so bad," he says while he is all boozed-up
I see the grinning grim reaper
his blade has come loose
He's on the phone with Amazon confused by it's use
He keeps spelling sith instead of sythe in the box
You can't fool spell corrector
it's smarter than Fox
And ****** be if I haven't been queued in
"Take your number and return to the end."