I did not tell Death where I lived -
But He has found me all the same.
I hear Him knocking on my door
And calling out my name.
My Snapchat settings kept Him out.
On Twitter I did block Him.
Facebook friend requests were spurned -
Yet still He keeps on knocking.
Court injunctions were sought and filed
But still I sit in fear.
Oh, my mistake. It is not Death -
I think my pizza's here.
by Brian Bilston
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