If we return to earth
each lifetime,
to improve upon our previous self,
I really should be better
at juggling than I am.
II.
And I can just barely use chopsticks.
III.
In fact, based on the total number of
combined scew-ups in this life alone,
I have to wonder if my previous incarnations were even paying attention.
At Christmas
Santa Claus came
and left me presents.
When I lost a tooth,
the tooth fairy came &
left me money.
But late one night,
death came,
& left with me
nothing
I’ve never been
scared half to death
because I like to
pace myself
If you were ever to encounter
a bear in the forest
—- the smart play —
is to quickly drop to the ground & feign death.
Then slowly get up
& pretend you’re one of the living dead
A-ha!
Now who has the advantage?
Chapter II
Though, if I’m to be honest with you,
it’s a 50/50
“Hello, I’m Shirley Jackson for the California Lottery”
… all things mustache away
.
No one cares about the guy
who dies exactly at midnight
on New Year’s Eve
It stands to reason
that Santa says Ho Ho Ho
on other occasions too.
Birthdays? Ho Ho Ho!
Valentines Day? Ho Ho Ho!
Death in the family? …
Haha. Sorry, brother,
Santa’s jolly
-not insensitive-
I laughed at death, once
but that only seemed to
really upset him
