I heard the rattle in my throat That distinctive sound Of gargling with shotgun pellets Aunt Mavis knew what it meant She had heard it all before Forty years in the chicken factory Had taught her a thing or two
But I didn’t bother to pass Best that I just ignore it Pearly gates never did anything for me That’s the trouble with Atheism You are just stuck in the middle Looking up or down But nowhere really to go
The milkman once said to me Son, always be prepared For what lies on the other side I wasn’t sure what he meant So I crossed the busy road Still holding the four leaf clover I had stolen from the dead man's hand And clutching the St Christopher Aunt Mavis swore would keep me safe Forty years in the chicken factory Had taught her a thing or two
They was advertised at the store Death rattles for sale Buy one, get one free Why would you ever want two? When one would always be Much more than sufficient Still, better to be safe than sorry
"Better to be safe than sorry". That too is my motto. That is why I believe "Better to believe in Heaven and Hell" and be wrong then "Not Believe" and be wrong. Take care.
Kathy
morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeJul 22, 2019
Trurorob It an endearing piece Dark humour indeed Makes me want to scream
What a classic Rob .........awesome to be reposted or is that raised from the dead hmmm you may very well be stuck in no mans land which makes this ............grey .........just rambling now he he .....Regards NU
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Kathy
It an endearing piece
Dark humour indeed
Makes me want to scream
Thank you for sharing