a hot night out

 
 
 
 
death,
you peeping Tom,
you
 
lurking outside the
window of my  
soul
 
peering in to see  
how much time  
I have
left
 
getting all hot and
bothered by the  
nakedness of
my nearing  
mortality  
 
this must be how  
a stripper  
feels
 
your old black perv  
graveyard eyes,  
hungry for my  
wrinkled skin
and stale
bones
 
HEY!
 
a least throw a buck or  
two up on stage if you  
are digging  the
show