“Death was in attendance, present, here But alas, it would not be catered to, For I was not amused at it’s arrival
How dare death show its face at my place Fuck off, get out, you didn’t R.S.V.P. Cause an invite you did not receive For you to show up with the big C by your side I don’t care for you nor do I admit your plus one
There’s no parley or terms of agreement You’re not coming in and I’m not coming out I choose my own path and pull my own leash Don’t think to tell me what to do
How dare it even hold a suggestion Or does it think I accept its insinuation That I keep its plus one in its stead
Fuck you I’m not stupid or dead For you I hold no fear or dread But take your C and go elsewhere instead”
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