Story Told by the Back-Broke Bricklayer

Death came to town to pick up a pizza

And an old-man-soul on the street where

Lovely young Rita lived and when she saw

Him she said O Death please promise me

You won’t come unannounced for me

Please holler before you come for me

Death said sure thing lovely young Rita

And Rita danced and Rita sang and she

Ignored the days' fall into months she

Ignored the months' fall into years

And when Death finally knocked on her door

Rita said O Death you never warned me!

Death said yes I did Rita but you didn’t listen

To your aching bones and your cracked voice