You Gotta Die Sometime

Okay. When the doctor started using phrases like, "You'll pass away," what could I say? I said, "Doctor, in plain English, Tell me why was I chosen? Why me of all men? Doctor, here's the good part, at least death means I'll never be scared about dying again. Let's get on with living while we can and Not play dumb. Death's gonna come. When it does, screw the nerves, I'll be eating Hors d'oeuvres. It's the roll of the dice and No crime. You gotta die sometime." Death is not a friend, but I hope in The end, he takes me in his arms and Lets me hold his face. He holds me in his arms and whispers something Funny. He lifts me in his arms and tells me To embrace his attack. Then the scene turns to black. Life sucks. People always hate a loser, and they hate lame Ducks. Screw me and shucks. That's it, that's the ball game. I don't smoke, don't do drugs, and then comes The bad news. I quit, that's the ball game. It's the chink in the armor, the shit in The karma, the blues. Can I keep my cool despite the urge to Fall apart? How should I start? I would cry if I could, but it does No damn good to explain I'm a man in My prime. You gotta die sometime. Death's a funny pal with a weird sort of Talent. He puts his arms around my neck and Walks me to the bed. He pins me up against the wall and kisses Me like crazy. The many stupid things I thought about with dread, Now delight. Then the scene turns to white. Give me the balls to orchestrate a graceful leave. That's my reprieve. To go out without care, my head high in The air. It's the last little mountain I'll Climb. I'll climb. You gotta die Sometime. You gotta die sometime. You gotta die sometime. You gotta die sometime, sometime, Sometime, sometime, sometime, sometime, Sometime, sometime.