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[ DUP ] Batter up!
When it came to faking
his earthly demise on the Internets
Dan Kozak milked that saucer
until the pentagon shaped plate
was licked clean of soured cream;
him slowly dying to death
a little bit each day
---stray that he was
dutifully reporting for scraps
at the back door despite
ongoing health hurdles
dragging his mangy ass in tow
and ducking all the while
that stealthy Grim Reaper fucker
was taking sick'le swings at him
I admit to getting impatient
Could you hurry this along, Fella ..?
sometimes saying under my breath
Heavens for sake, Leah's waitin for ya!
And he'd cantankerously reply
in what loose-leafed resembled poetry
( especially when three sheets to the wind ),
"Godammit! I'm croaking as fast as I can!"
What an sonof . . .
Obituary was autobiographical;
took years for him to author
and remains the longest thing
ever written in his story
[ I'd swear it's a record
in the Guiness Book ]
And yet it feels like
he still hasn't left the building
Anyhoo, this was meant
to be a cautionary tale
for those of you who think
you've got enough balls
to liesurely walk the bases
dragging out this game of Life
---everyone eventually
faces off with the Pitcher;
you better hope it's
Fernando Valenzuela
during his Dodger years
and your time at the plate
is over quickly so everyone
can properly say their goodbyes
sincere or other wise asses
like me will not be able to
let you rest in peace
because we don't really believe
you are gone from our lives
mostly due to the extra innings
we suffered through
while being held hostage
without any proof of Life
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