Death, the Very-Bony-One
is taking down to the Beyond
pulling the hand of the lucky one
named Meg Whitman who yells:
“Don’t take me down yet;
I can give you millions;
don’t you see that I’m today
a candidate for governor?”
“Meg, who can trust you”
–responded Death–
“If your nanny Nicky Díaz
when she asked for your help
to fix her legal papers after
working for years for you,
said: –Meg just laughed at me
and fired me on the spot–
telling me the ingrate:
–Nicky, from this moment on,
you don’t even know me
and I’ve never met you–”
Death reminded her:
“Meg, I’ll treat you likewise,
for lying and causing such pain
I shall take you down to Hell;
with our people in mind,
I recommend not to vote
on this November Second
for this damned good-for-nothing…”
Nowadays you can see a millionaire
burning dollars without end
in an extraordinary election
someplace in a corner of Hell