Death Button

~Bad habits of the present past mar potential actions of the near future~


Death has his finger in my ear
And I feel it
Toying
teasin
with my fear
None can heal it
Scared to death forever far but always near
I can feel it
Tickling the holes in my brain
Maybe time will seal it
But with zeal
I steal time like a veil meal
Kill Bill to clocks like peasants livin with the pox
I’m waitin for the box
Like fishies with kittens waitin at the docks
Arabian Adulterer stoner waitin for the rocks
Fresh virgin eyes laying waiting for the sock
Gay Fox,

waiting for the wifeys pantslip
Bearded,
Eager to end the transit
Ready to leave this landship
Temporary means to it,
Found in sarran-zip,
Lockin,
I’m stiff cockin my sixth option.
Lifted more often than ZZ top and Moe Koffman
Awesome, flying overhead
Scraping sky I’m dead
Fed exd my life up I wanna leave
Yet I tread
Cuz to leave is to wed
Death’s in your meaty bed
Sheets covered in blue
Book’s over and its read
I take back what I said
I’m up ahead
Deaths got the legs
Plus he’s wearing prokeds
He’s gonna catch me
But that’s another loaf of bread
That I won't eat until I bite,
Instead
I’m gonna milk the cow a’ life dry
Till she’s bled





A poem for a friend with a drug problem, from the perspective he needed.