6/15/2009

When Death Comes Calling

We haven't met. How did
you find me? Why are you
holding a weed wacker,
I heard you carried a scythe?
Well, its understandable
in this economy.

I'd invite you in
but you see, I have
a 5 o'clock hair appointment.
You can leave your card;
I'll text you.

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