I saw the reaper again
he is like a long lost friend
the problem being
he is satan
prince of persia
king of the current earth
death or the reaper
his name is filled with fear and sadness
I meet him when I was a child
I stopped breathing because of an asthma attack
feather pillows and hay what a lacrk
brought just back
a few years later I met him swimming at the ymca
humor me that day he did
the life guard girl lips a disguise was said
a few years later I met him again
humor how drinking a bit life is but a game
ole cemetery awoke with witches around me just then with sod headstones, and wooden crosses a third world dream I was in
a bit more I was drinking with a family
I met with climate into a police car I went
waking up I got out met the riot dogs
of which I threw one at the police
that is a story where I know I should be dead
then this past June a recluse spider did bit
I lost 14 by 2 inches on my right
I lost 33 pounds, and my job
what a humorous life so dear ole friend
I know we will met again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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