Here I thought Death and I

had an understanding, Brian,

when I paid a nice visit a while back,

the first real vacation I had in years.

We parted on friendly terms

because I still had things to do,

like hang out with you and your posse

and lend a hand helping out

the hurtingest folks around.

I was totally down with our understanding

I’d be coming back to stay one day

when my deeds were done.


Man, though, what’s up with this,

you taking off right in the middle

of the game for the championship?

Whose idea was this, anyway?

Not yours I’m sure. So, Death and I,

we need to have a talk.

Us, you left behind, heads and hearts

spinning crazy, we’ll get it together

and do what we got to do,

without your glowing and singing company.

We always do, when a key player is down for the count.

Still, Big Guy, we don’t have to like it. At all.

Don’t think for a minute we’ll forget,

and count on it, you come pay us a visit

when you start finding the company of angels

a little boring, and you know for sure

we’ll be on the lookout, wanting to hear

the straight skinny from where you’re at.


But hey, one last favor we’ll ask of you,

because you were always our best salesman

and story-teller: Please tell Death for us,

as far as we’re concerned, your number

was not up, no matter what the wannabe

wise guys in fancy robes might try to sell us.

All I can think is

Death misread the calendar, I do that a lot,

or else was having a really, really bad day,

and forgot what time it was.

Not your time. No way.

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