
As deaths icy claw gently strokes your chin and the reaper whispers
” Not long now kid…..”
You start to ponder your life.
Great moments, sad moments, heartbreaking pain, moments of joy,
Deeply shameful things you’ve done,
Things your proud of doing, you get the picture.
And it’s with this in mind I started to think about a ‘Bucket List’.
For those who don’t know what that is,
It’s things you always wanted to experience
And ticking them off before your worm meat.
Some people bungee jump.
Some get a tattoo
Some swim with dolphins (?)
Well you can fuck that.
Im going panning for gold.
Always fancied it!
Like a grizzled old prospector.
Sieving for nuggets at the side of a river.
I’ve looked into it.
Can find gold in the UK.
So in summer I’m having a week off to go panning for gold.
I’ve got gold fever.
And when the reaper says
“Knobhead. You drowned in the river didn’t you?”
I hope I can reply by grinning showing off my solid gold artisan made teeth?
Nominated by : Miserable northern cunt


