Black Bird Messenger
the black bird came to me
perched on my ledge
and told me
that he was there
on behalf of his master
the grim reaper
as my name was on his list
and it was time for me to go
I pleaded for more time
he said
sorry chap beyond my pay grade
so to speak
prepare to meet God
this evening at midnight
and if you are lucky
you will go to the good place
if unlucky
you will be going to the bad place
if you give me 10,000 dollars
I can help you get on the right list
but I need the money now
I paid the corrupt bird from hell
and prepared to meet my fate
that late date
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