An Odd Date With Death

Late last night I had a date with Death

And she wore a corsage of my last breath

Around her wrist and

I dressed to impress

Half-heartedly desperate to look my best...

I wore a sweater-vest

With a spoon, I slit my throat

And pulled my tongue through the narrow hole

I figured I was getting dressed to die

So I wore a cuban neck tie

I picked her up at eight

On the street parallel to the eastern gate

Of a golf course adjacent to cemetery trees

... Seemed about right to me.

We strolled through the evergreens

And a thorny briar of trees

Silently chewing on epitaffy

I was unsurprised that there was a plot

I had not surmised

And when we found ourselves raising hell

I checked my watch for the time

I walked her home along the shores

Of a river called Styx

With a gondolier called Charon.

And despite his non-speaking tone,

It was nice.

We walked to a house made of brimstone and bricks

I found myself standing at Death's door

and peered inside expecting fire

But instead the fireplace was roasting goat hide

I smiled

And I leaned in for a kiss

Instead of a kiss, all she gave me is...

A pat on the shoulder

And said we could still be friends

After all, we'd be together in

The End

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