We Die Soon

Bumps of ketamine.

Go to bed real late.

It’s not what it seems,

Hell is a soulmate.

 

Vodka made of tears,

Down a bunch of shots.

Your mortician cheers,

Try not to get caught.

 

Steal cash from her purse,

Momma will not know.

Hail the nearest hearse,

There’s no tomorrow.

 

How much for a G?

Is my soul enough?

Not a lot to me,

‘Cuz I’m always tough.

 

Never look both ways,

When crossing Jordan.

A prisoner always,

But you are your warden.

 

Locking lips with death.

No one is immune.

Take a deep breath,

And know we die soon.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

TamingOfSeaWolves

unigue and serenly dark, it's one of a kind, keep writing

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