Death At Dinnertime - Poem by Carl A.I.
Death to dinner today to discuss
over lightly salted mashed potatoes
and buttered carrots.
She showed up early and
this angered me.
I was worried that all my dishes
and she is the fiercest carnivore
around; eating animal AND
We talked about religion;
she humored me with the salvation of my soul.
her to come back
L A T E R
I have some habits to kick
and some (thing) (one) to live for.
Like any great date,
my date with death,
I will never forget for the rest of my
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