Death knocked on my door last night,
I opened up the door,
I sighing to exhale my fright,
'Is it me you're looking for? '
I confessed my sins
And welcomed him
And bid him please step in,
He checked his list
In bony fist;
(His eyes so hard and grim.)
I sighed to leave
This mortal life
For death's eternal shore;
I eyed the summons,
Said, 'I ain't coming;
You meant the guy next door.'
That night I went out to a bar
And brought a woman home;
I locked the door and shut the drapes
And then unplugged the phone.
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