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What if....? Death was a lottery, With a Powerball price of a million dollars Will people still queue up to play? What if death was a clock, and you had one option To either fast forward, pause, or rewind it; What will your option be? What if death was a bank, and one could advocate with it; Request death forgiveness, death deferment, or death forbearance? What about death refinancing or death equity? What if death was like a touch tone phone And one could put death on hold; Press zero to bypass mesmerizing angels of death at the reception; And pally or advocate directly with death? What if death was a court, And one could ask for an interlocutory injunction, Or death arbitration, death adjournment or deferment? What if death was a wish, Will beggars still elect to ride, or bolt like Usain? What if death was cash and carry, Will the rich, high and mighty, Be so generous with their cash, as they are to brand names like: Ferrari, Bugatti and Louis Vuitton? Or will they chicken out like a cold Turkey? What if death was a rain check Will people Queue up to cash in on it? What if death was like a set of clothes And one could change from it Like a Snake discards it's old and worn out skin? What if death was a marathon Who would elect to first breast the tape? What if death was a school or an exam, And one could do a remediation, carry death over, Select another elective, or take a death sabbatical? What if death was a widow, Will people still accept a widows mite? What if.....?

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Date: 11/17/2019 1:35:00 PM
a thought provoking poem so wonderfully written... great poem.
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Date: 11/17/2019 1:09:00 PM
What if... great write. Ann
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