Shit From A Distance

life is like walking down the street and seeing death come in the opposite direction
if you turn around now it’d look suspect
so you keep walking
with each step growing older
getting closer to your demise
along the way you think about what to say when you get close
maybe something witty
you’re really just hoping for a quick nod
and to not be interrupted
but death is a talker
she wont let you get away that easily
i’ve yet to meet her; death
but we’ve been walking towards each other for a long time now and
im beginning to see her silhouette in the distance
its shapely, curves in all the right places
then again, my vision has always been…

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