If I ever knew a witness,
Or saw a victim fall
I would not be standing here
With my spate and style so tall

I'm not trying to be more seen
Or more poetic in the dream
I just noticed my name
Always ringed the same

When they happen on their knees
And I'm a magnetic frieze
I don't know what else to say
Except for you got in God's way.

I've ripped out the cables
And tripped on the cords
I've stepped on the metal
And I've turned walls into floorboards

I've made people so angry
Yet so many few
The darker one's who understand
A little laughter in you

With that little touch
Of euthanasic love
You're cute and beautiful
Yet mean to the touch.
And repeatable.
Yet, loved so much, in spite of your touch,
You scorpion.
When you laugh, I laugh also.
You smile too much.
For what you have done.
Oh, death,
You have such a sense of humor,
Where are you,
And what are you,
And why have you come..?

You have such a great sense of humor.
I'll die before I am young.
At the age of 100
When that once was young
According to Moses
And all the people in the book
I've read of history
ANd age-old men
When I learn of why we became
So lessoned
We didn't know
How immortal you are
In your own way
How you live on
And travail
With a smile
AND we all just keep on laughing
Dying
Like Lemurs
In a similar style of karma each day.

While you laugh,
And we smile,
death,
For a while.
Not sure, 
If the fourth
Is the horseman I knew,
But I've never quite known humor
Like the humor in you.


-BLS