Life, Death, And Beyond Poem by Daniel Warner

Life is like a game
you can get to the top with fame
if you don't have fame you're just the same
as the bums by the open flame,
but theres a world out there to tame
so go put the fame to shame
and let everybody know your name
because everyone will complain
about pain if you don't accept gain.
Death is like a gate
to an endless painful fate
all through life you have to wait
just to die and participate
in an akward state
of reality when your always late
to that really important date
that is simply satin's bait,
but you'll never be alive again and reincarnate.
After death it just gets worse
crisis after crisis involving the black hearse
it is a painless reoccuring curse
to know that you're just a menace on the Earth
you should just stay in a cave to lurk
even if that don't work
you can't cheer yourself with a perk
or even try to go beserk
so just think of yourself as a jerk.