Death and I, we became friends a very, very long time back,
and we decided early on that if we learned to whisper sweet nothings,
we could outsmart the rest of them,
When we went skydiving together,
they asked us to land in a cemetery,
they had this plotted out,
and we told them to go fuck themselves
When we were teenagers,
we were arrogant about our knowledge of destruction,
we learned to overshadow groundhogs in the Spring
When we were midlife,
we were in the midst of death,
we were not proud, as they had often accused us of being
Death and I, we assured them that pride and arrogance were no longer one in the same,
that they had been delineated, defined, perfected in their impact in the latter half of the twentieth century
Death and I, we danced a good dance,
before they told us we were light in our feet,
It was then that we adopted the usage of cinder blocks,
in the face of all who misunderstood the nature of our tandem alliance
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