157 - Death

Lately I’ve been thinkin’

Of good old Abraham Lincoln

And about how he’s dead

From being shot in the head

And then there’s that Mark Bolan

Who’s young life was stolen

He got killed to some degree

From crashing into a tree

Just think of Mussolini

Who ate lots of linguine

For him a trap was sprung

And from a lamppost he was hung

Some say Jesus Christ

Was poorly sacrificed

The Romans and their boss

Nailed him to a cross

Attila the Hun

Was quite a lot of fun

But despite his nasty deeds

He died of a simple nosebleed

And finally there’s me

I think we’ll all agree

It’s more than academic

My death will be truly epic

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