I’ve written death many letters
But their assistant reads them
And sends them back to me with
Sunflower seeds

I’ve called death many times
But their voicemail tells me
To try again later and
Tells me to eat
Those ******* sunflower seeds

I’ve tried to meet death on many occasions
But their bodyguard always grabs me and
Forces me back in line
But not before shovelling sunflower seeds
Down my windpipe

I will not give up on confronting death
Because they will have to see me
With no assistant or bodyguard or voicemails
And I’ll hand back
Every last one
Of these sickening
Sunflower seeds