AFoolsDeath

Mortality visited me

Bringing with him

A box which

Contained my tribulations

Inside I found

My years of

Carelessness and frivolity

Snapshots of drunken

Wanton and dangerous

Behaviors gluttony and

Prideful arrogance men

Discarded as phone

Numbers and unkept

Promises to meet

I asked him

What are these

He quietly replied

These are your

Organs if they

Could talk saying

That they’re tired

Of supporting your

Evil ways Oh

So now Now

He said change

To live or

Die a fools

Death and then

He was gone