Death Would Not Stop To Pee: A Parody of Emily Dickinson's: 'Because Death Would Not Stop For Me'

Because Death would not Stop to Pee

 
Because Death would not stop to pee –
He made it hard for me –
The old hearse driver said as much
For I was dead – you see?
 
I squirmed like worms – Death could care less
I had to hold it in
My bladder gave me such distress,
Had he no Dignity? –                         
 
We passed the green glade where I’d gone
O’, countless times before –
The hissing of the wind in trees –
caused me to squirm much more –
 
Or rather – I began to leak –
My body wracked by chills –
Gossamer, my threadbare Gown –                                                      
My thin shawl – only twill.
 
He would not break, his big mistake
his ride soon smelling stale.
I scarcely was put in the ground –
 when I let loose, quite pale.
 
And now – the decades pass – and yet
feels like Eternity
Since I first felt the bladder pangs
That left me soak and wet –