Death on a tricycle

They didn’t realise as they

gave me the bumps that I

desperately needed a shit

The resulting fall changed my life

We opened the café on New Years Eve

But no one came at all

The little girl with the new bicycle

had just told me to fuck off

I could think of no reply

And I watched carefully each

scene unfold in front of

my imagination

There, in only one scene was

the angel of death sitting

on a tricycle

He never forgot the words

of the little girl and

when they met again

He was ready this time