Your Death's Not Worth Living! Poem by Michael Fischer

Put me on your short leash
and feed me when its time.
But if you forget to,
I can live off your scraps.

Parade me 'round the house;
Squeeze the life out of me.
But if you forget to,
I can live off your fumes.

Your death's not worth living;
Your message I'm not getting.
So cleanse me in your bloodbath,
till I want what you have!

Take this job and shove it;
I quit as your pet peeve.
Do you understand me?
Or do I need to leave?

Your death's not worth living;
Your message I'm not getting.
So cleanse me in your bloodbath,
till I want what you have!

Wash my eyes in chlorine;
I want to be blind too!