When Death Comes About
When a death comes about,
All I do is shout
But when I look about
I see a dog’s pout
I thing about it
All it lead to is getting lit
And if I think a bit
All that comes from it
Is me looking at the Lord
Thinking,
Why pout and shout,
When I could look
And I think about?
If I just smile for a while,
I feel like I can build the Nile
Copyright © Brian Cristoni | Year Posted 2014
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