Death Takes a Vacation

So you see, it's like this--
Ol' Grimmy needs a little break
(once in a while)
from centuries of collecting souls....

You know, I get a bit fed up
at times
with all the whiners
trying to avoid their ride across the River Styx
"Nooooo! Please--it's not my time yet!"
(Um, yeah, it is-- get in the friggin' boat already
I'm on a schedule here)

So I said to myself
"Grimmy, you need a vacation"
and that's what I did--
hired me an Uber
so the souls can still get to their destination
and took off for a bit of sightseeing.

Funny thing is, about NYC--I fit right in....
especially in Times Square.
And the cash tips I made
from the photo ops with tourists
thinking I was just another costumed performer ..

Man, I earned way more than I get
from all the coins for ferry fee, I charge
for trips to the other side.
(and if the IRS makes me claim that
on my taxes, I can just take my sickle
to them, and....)

So yeah, I saw the world.
Went to all the cool places,
even saw Styx in concert
(just had to, since my river has the same name)
But the tickets cost an arm and a leg
(not mine, though)

It was worth it , and
I have a cool souvenir t-shirt
which I wear under my hooded robe.

But all good things, must come to an end,
(and I can't afford to keep the Uber forever)
so back to the grind, I went, though
not without reminiscing
about drinking coronas on the beach
with Snoop Dogg, and
the casinos in Vegas, and
that nice little baguette shop in Paris, and
and...
and....

*Sigh*

I gotta start planning my next vacation,
but for now

"Git in my damn boat, fatso---you're next!