I’m Not Dead...I’m
Standing at the bar.
I’ve been bad,
n’ sad.
But seldom mad.
Cause, there’s no point.
Anymore.
For.....
We all die !
It’s just where, and when.
And, who with.
We’ll all raise a glass.
To them, to ourselves.
Whether, in the great hall of
Valhalla.
Or
with the rear party
In the Traff
Giajl © Jim Love