Death Cab

This started as a parody of Emily Dickenson, retold  in a modern meme, then later got coupled with the idea the afterlife is likely just as full of racist dicks as here.


Death Cab

The Death cab would not stop for me,
So I Uber’d Fate, who sent Banshee,

The Banshee stared and yelled at me,
Four letter words! She profiled me!

Fate referred me to ‘Taxi Zombie,’
Who jitney’s rides in a smashed up hearse,

But without brains the thoughtless corpse
Could not shift gears, wrecked in reverse,

That’s when Fate said "Don’ like your kind,"
And then simply hung up on me, so

Undyingly I haunt the earth,
No place to rest, I shreik and moan,

Eternally disdained by hell,
You’d think one dissed by Death is blessed,

  Yet no,
In this horror house world where we all dwell,
A wandering ghost knows only stress,

  So yes,
A homeless undead soul shut out,
You might think, therefore, I’d be cursed,

But here’s a fact I’ll tell (with tact),
Angels assure me, Heaven’s worse