After his third rotation
on the merry go round of life,
astride his fifth wife,
his heart pegged out by the dog leg
on the crazy golf battle field,
while trying to seal his par.
The keeper, sound asleep,
did not mark his card
or notice her frantically making sure
she’d finished him off there and then,
so she’d kop for the lot,
in the will with the forged signature.
Never put your name to anything
false or true
Its nothing personal
but it will be worst for you
when Doctor Death
comes riding in on his blow torched Go-Kart
to drive your decomposing life
all the way to hell’s hoe down
while inscribing his insignia
deep into your last pound of purpling flesh.