Image from: “THE ASSUMPTION OF HANNELE” film by Urban Gad
Awoke in the night
by a cold LED light
that's right,
but nothing about this short story is tight
angel of death stood bedside bereft
I said;
"hey death, how bout' taking your sorry ass somewhere else instead, so I can rest my sleepy head".
death spoke no joke;
"babe I saw in your birth chart venus retrograde poor heart... thought maybe we were destined to suffer together and never part".
geez please can you believe this death sleaze, just my luck he wants to marry me
my reply;
"damn man that's some kind of awful plan, I'm not nearly ready to take your cold dead hand, so be gone from here as my night stand".
and with that poof
back to black
no more stinky death crap
waking me from nightly nap
half baked marrying sap
so if he wakes you next
know it's possible to best
life's lonely adversary death.
Day Gun
