Boot Poem by Aram Stefanian

You wish you could get the whole enchilada
To rule over the world and be the firstest with the mostest.
Being a mortal, all you can take with you is nada,
Your chance of having an eternal life is the fattest.
Before buying it, you'll behold the angel of death
And your disbelief in magic may scare the hell out of you.
It's too painful to part forever with your untold wealth,
Your life rewinds like a rapid flick, and you freak anew.
Unable to let it ride, you appeal to the grim messenger
For divine mercy, unwilling to take the obscure route.
You hear him say, ''You're my late-night transit passenger,
Once you arrive at your destination, you'll get a real boot.''