Tropical Storm

The roof lifted, I was told to get back in bed,
it wasn't my time, like M25 when I was nearly dead,
we sat on the balcony and watched disaster approaching,
what would you do, seeing the end just approaching?

Nothing, your comfort zone threatened, oh to be back
in my chair, things around me, so I'm all right Jack;
a Chinaman was superstitious, stayed in, Friday 13th,
wasp bit him in the kitchen, died, irony underneath.

Flying over the Bay of Bengal, shit - it was rough,
we all go thro' these things, we know but I've had enough;
boat seats slipping from the deck, everyone is feeling sick,
we're going down, it's all available - collect and click.

But now I'm untouchable, unlike Zen, once I died,
fate can not destroy me, no matter how hard it tried.