LIFE IS GRIM
I am in hell, Henry cried
when his brothers and son died.
Oh, really, says Grim, just wait —
and cut 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 this to say:
Go ahead, punk, make my day!