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,
quickly drop to the ground
& feign death.
And then, after a slight pause,
slowly get up,
in a zombie-like manner,
and walk away.
Simple fact: bears do not like eating dead things.
… 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
I prefer to hang out with people who laugh with Death
Brace your Hand, Death
I am going to firmly Shake it
come on, Big Boy
put it there
Hah!
Too slo-
