Dead Broke
The ferryman impatiently awaits
But I lack the gold
So I ask him to wait, as I put him on hold..
I call the grim reaper hoping for a loan
He appeared soon after through my headstone
He's cloaked in all black looking bad to the bone
What is it now? Did you get stoned?
NOoo.. I offed myself in a cornfield all alone
Yeah like how E.T. phoned himself home?
"Please grim I just need a little bread" I begged
Okay, give me a minute but don't hold your breathe
Yeah..well I'm already dead!
After half a century grim returns
He says "sorry bud but you gotta burn"
My jaw drops and i start to run
Without thinking I jump in the river
Soaking in cold green gunk, my body quivers
I stop to look back and think to myself "wow I'm a fast swimmer!"
Grim laughs pointing his bony finger yelling "look at that SINNER!!"
Then out of nowhere, a beautiful angel drys me off and fly's me to dinner
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