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Death Is Coming

“You can run, but you’ll just die tired.” 

-The Grim Reaper 

Death is the bull queer in the jail house of life 

Whose soul purpose is to sodomize us all.  

While we run from this reality with sensual distraction  

death is here to bugger us all.  

Yeah, death is here to fuck us all up the ass  

with his king kong dong dildo of destruction.  

Death is cumming.  

and he won’t even give ya the courtesy of a reach around.  

Death is cumming to makes us all say  

oh god for the last time and mean it.  

Death don’t care who you are deaths into it all;  

pedophilia, bestiality, hetero, homo, lesbo, bi.  

Deaths into it everything except necrophilia  

which he considers more redundant than masturbation.  

death doesn’t discriminate  

deaths the fairest of them all.  

Death is coming for the young, the old, the fat, and the lean,  

the fitness Nazi, and the couch potato,  

the bold, the meek, the strong, the weak,  

the rich, the poor, the intellectual, the spiritual,  

the atheist, the nihilist,  

the anarchist, the spiritualist,  

the capitalist, the communist,   

the preacher,  the psychoanalyst,  

the sinner, the saint.  

Death has attached the blade of his scythe to his nether regions

and he’s gonna give it to ya’ till it really hurts.  

Death is cumming and he ain’t wearing a condom. 

Deaths a premature ejaculator  

but do you think he gives a fuck?  

Deaths cumming whether you do or don’t is irrelevant  

death cums before everyone. 

Death is cumming for the ill, the healthy,  

the madman,  the rationalist,  

scientist, the shaman,  

the black, the white, the brown, the red, the yellow.  

Ain’t no use begging deaths heard it all before;  

Please, please, please.  

I’m innocent. 

But, I’m too young to die.  

I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.  

Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, oh my god! boom!  

Help, somebody get this bony bastard off my ass,  

the reapers coming to give you the big death  

that final orgasm you can’t fake.  

No shuddering,  

no little earth quake,  

just a rattle.  

A last piss, shit, vomit, blood.  

Death, the coolest lover of them all.  

Death, 

the date rapist at the prom of life. 

every year death kills more people than drunk drivers, republicans, guns, Islamic fundamentalist  

and  the state of texas combined 

so please give generously to P.A.D. 

 poets against death 

and together we can find a cure 

 to stop the number one  killer 

of men, women and children. 

make your checks payable to P.A.D.  

that’s poets against death 

 c/o joey da’rrell cloudy 

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