I was told that death has a sexy voice,
Fleshy lips and dreamy eyes –
And that it wears a pink mini skirt
That creeps up every now and again
And refuses to stay down –
And that it kills a man’s common sense
With its warm, thick and soft thighs
Not to mention its young breasts that sag
but not too much.
I was also told that men with courage
are easily disarmed by the seduction of death
they go to war for other men,
who go to war for their egos.
And because they have courage
They have courage
And they are dead.
So what’s the point?
they leave their wives to cowards
cowards raise their kids