Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Denial of Service

I got me a carriage
and I hitched up a ride,
pulled up beside a reaper
and invited him inside.

"Now's not yet your time
but still you hurry to go,
pull back the dark curtains,
and let the horses slow.

You'll see her when you're ready,
she'll lead you on your way.
Unless this is a kidnapping,
you will not die today."

"What about tomorrow?"
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "No."

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