An interview with Mr Death
I felt (and smelt) his icy breath

He told me I was qualified
As his skeleton shook and sighed

He told me given half a chance
I could soon promote, advance

He said my work would be secure
That the job's a sinecure

Then, after talking for a while,
He gave me a toothy smile

I was unphased, was not yet dead
I knew my fate, I used my head
So I spoke, here's what I said;

"You've been comin' 'round my door
Promotin' for your stinking store

But I'm NOT scared. Ain't buyin' any
Wouldn't take it for a penny!

I don't have appreciation
I filled out no application...

Just go back to the grave beneath
You got no stinger, got no teeth

You can't have my bloomin' life!
I belong to Jesus Christ.

So you won't make me cry or beg,
Turn your face and shake a leg!

Death rattled in his tattered skirts
My parting shot?

"GO BUY SOME CERTS!"

Thus ended the interview
I'm no longer broken, blue.
Yes, I have more work to do
If he comes to bother you
Flush the ******

DOWN THE LOO!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/17/2015