Not My Time
Kris Collinsdeath, you are a word I cannot accept, at least not yet. I know you are knocking but I refuse to answer & through this peephole I will not gander. Don't wanna see your ugly mug...excuse my candor but I will dodge, duck, and be a dancer-avoiding your typical standards. Instead, I will wave my banner bright for all to see. And when I survive, you can chalk one up for me-but until u cannot wait anymore longer, when this shell I’m trapped in gets less, and less stronger. I will still never surrender to your hunger. Don't think you can take me now, just because i am younger. Or you will be the fool that was fooled in this rhyme. Only God knows and he told me it wasn't quite yet my time.