Death Perfect Slam
If i was a betiing man
I'd go all in and bet my
none exiting inheritance
That just as many people die
On perfect day's
As on the day's
Wishing they we're dead
The only difference, 2 fold being
The dead never get to speak or
tell about it when they get home
and a family member or loved
1 generally does ask
How was your day
Did you have a nice day my love
And surely no one wants to die
on a perfect day but rather when
life has you kneeling baying
for a mercy kill
To a place where everyone now is
equal and has to wait in turn as
no 1 gets to jump the que even those
once deemed rich and famous
and moderately successful
Better to be standing behind them
with nothing to declare but untold
debts and tales of persecution than
with a pocket full of ill gotten gain
and a C.V boasting a multitude of
awards and achievements
Apart from taking and never giving
back anything in return
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
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