Treasure Island

Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Death Takes The Piss


Death goes on the piss
(he's already had a few too many) .
Death goes on the tear
(looking the worse for wear) .

Death belche4s: 'The drinks...
...are on me! '
Death only wants a little company.

But, when last orders are odered
...nobody's there!
Death drinks alone
...then goes home.

Death thinks: 'It's a dirty job but...
... someone's gotta do it! '
'I just wish it wasn't me! '

Then goes on living -
- so that others may die.
Then with a bursting bladder...

Death takes a pee
(still muttering drunkenly)
'I just wish it wasn't me...
...I just wish it wasn't me! '

Submitted: Thursday, July 05, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 19, 2011
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