M – Morbid Mortality

Morbid Mortality: the gruesome discovery that life is too short, except when it’s too long

Poem ~

She had overstayed her welcome

in this ghastly earthly realm

so she called herself an Uber

and said, “Take me straight to Hell!”

she knew her destination

for it was prearranged

in return for an extension

her soul had been exchanged

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8 thoughts on “M – Morbid Mortality

  1. Very good, Sue. I often ask older folks, “how old is old enough.” I have never received a good answer. I decided the answer is “I’ll know when I am there.” This clever poem makes me thing about that. Well done!

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