(A heads-up: this poem is for mature readers.)

Death! You’re Fired! YOU’RE CROOKED!

It’s been reported by an anonymous source, I can’t say
that you’ve been backstabbing and undermining the

Big Beautiful Goals of MY Life!

YOU ARE A TRAITOR!

Now that you’re fired – I will carry on majestically living forever.

Are you objecting?
Begging to have your job back?

What gossiping are you listening to.
Whatever it is it’s fake news.

Death, you are under my Big Bus, crushed.
No longer a member of the club.
You are a loser, a failure. You have a low IQ.

Go Away!

You made me think you’d flatter me,

always agree with me,

say you love me. You failed.
You did not give me what I want.

If you keep on showing up, you weak fool,

and liar, I will shove it into your stupid ugly face,

my final wonderful terrific Executive Order,
My Grand Spectacular Never To Be Questioned

Final Proclamation that Therein and Withforth

”I Will Live Forever”.

©️February 2025, Much Love, Deb Poems