Riff On Death Comes Knocking Poem by David McLansky

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.