Stopped dating death during the plague.
Yes, I meant that to be totally vague.
Well, of course, I meant the pandemic.
Dating yourself with pop art’s endemic.
“The Death” I got was a constructive one.
Made me take minutes to prolong his fun.
That anthropomorphic calcified bitch!
He knew the whole time there’d be bait & switch.
Pain & the fear of him, he hoped would freeze…
Me in time. Then, I rallied & said, “PLEASE!”
So yeah, 2019’s when we broke up.
“Terminal”: got longer. Cherry said, “sup.”
For, I’ve a handful of years past false fate.
Now, time’s icing on unexpected cake.
L.B.Stowe 