Dirty Henry and the Grim Reaper


I am in hell, Henry cried

when his brothers and son died.

Oh, really, says Grim, just wait —

and cuts down his last soul mate!

Who’s next, you sick piece of shit?

My own damn death, is that it?

You sorely tempt me, says Grim

raising his skeletal limb.

Smiling, Henry has to say:

Go ahead, punk, make my day!


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