what’s worse than death
is not living life
we are eaten by the
trifling technicalities,
like rabid weasels
and assimilated into
the void of non-existence
and when the day comes
that our hair
has all turned grey
there will be nothing left
to die inside our hollow shells
death is not the end
but the beginning
our lives are just the preface
and we tend to skip over it
just to get to the good stuff
so when death
comes knocking
at your door with
a singing telegram
she’ll be disappointed