Phoesune

Death came by tonight.
He had nothing better to do
Than to see how I was doing
We talked about the day
He expressed his fondness for the night
And his interest in my life
I didn’t feel like sharing
But I couldn’t help myself
I had to entertain his presence

We sat and watched House
Death liked the show he said
Because every now and then
Someone dies and he gets to win
Sometimes he says he’d like
To hang out with friends
But every time they see him
They seem so sad and grim

Late into the night, Death
Stood and looked down on me
His toothy grin gleamed
From under his shadowed hood
He held out his calling card
And with a flip of the wrist
Said, “You can call me anytime
I pretty much available
Whenever you want to hang
Or just want to get out
For awhile, Maybe longer”

We had a good old time
Death and I
I think someday I’ll find
Death and I
Will have to be intertwined

But not tonight