No death for me?
Well, “confession’s good for the soul but bad for ther reputation,” right?
If the following lil ditty by W.H. Auden is true, then I might just never die:
“As poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young.
The rolling in Money,
The screamingly funny
And those that are very well hung.”
OK, y’all quit snickering.