Ernesto On Death And Dying - Poem by Gary Witt
You don’t seem to understand, old man,
I’m not gonna die, not today,
Not tomorrow, not ever.
But you just don’t get it.
I’m strong, I’m fierce,
And I take care you hear me?
I take care of my business
And I don’t know no one who’s died
‘Cept by accident or in a fight
And I’m smarter than that,
You, though, you, old man,
You’re weak, and—look, you’re trembling:
I could kill you right now with my bare hands,
You’re gonna die, you can count on that.
It’s just too bad you won’t be around
To see I’m right.
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