Last Ride - Poem by bradley cox
Hey, don, t be shy, why not give it a try?
Gal's do it best when they slice their wrist.
Hey, you must be mortified, Hey, you must have goosebumps
being so close to the edge?
Hey, don, t be clumsy theirs a fine line
between life and death.
Warning question if you go to Hell will
you be somersaulting down a very long
fight of stone steps?
until you reach the lake of fire?
Hey, loosen up you can't postpone
your death indefinitely.
If your clock is up so are you!
Hey, my limousine is right outside
Satan would love to give you your
last ride to the otherside.
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