Why is it, Morrie, nowadays,
there's no "Have a Happy Deathday"
Hallmark card for those who say
they live for heaven's sake?
A priori the rest of us
want birthday cake and eat it too
until we feel a stomachache
and hope it's just the flu,
but then we hope or pray,
when the pain travels wider,
Eve who said she met the Snake
was drinking too much cider.
But if not, sure as hell
we'll cower in some corner
where we swear to God or naught
we'll change our ways tomorrow.
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