A small bald man burst through my door
Made my cat jump up off the floor
And he asked me for a minute of my time.
“How dare you interrupt my dinner!”
The sky grew dark; the air grew thinner.
I watched some rain pierce through my roof.
I’ve no more minutes left in me
I’d spent them all and time’s not free
And now his scythe is swinging closer.
Death cocked his head; looked at me funny
He said, “Friend you know time’s money?”
And a dime was all it took and he was gone.
Well sure my lawn is now on fire;
The broken roof is sorta dire,
But at least I can still cook and eat my cat