My Friend in Death

I'm sick and tired I feel death
sending me flowers and giving me
certificates good for one massage
and getting high in the
living room and skating
back to school on time.

Death, I need your advice.
Father Death,
Let's talk it over over mai-tais.

And then we haven't made love in a long time
and Death has been trying to bed me and
everyone thinks Death is a man or neuter
but Death is a woman in a silk negligee.