Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly ran me over –
His Undercarriage held but just my guts –
Sprayed underneath his Range Rover™

We quickly drove – He had much haste
And I had passed away,
My soul and my body too,
For His Eternal Sway.

We passed the Jail, where Convicts fight
At Recess – in the pen –
We passed the Fields of Standing Stone –
We passed the Shooting Range –

Or rather – They passed us –
The Bullets flew quietly and fast –
For only Chiffon, my Kevlar™ –
My Sustenance – only SlimFast© –

We stopped before a Waffle House® that seemed
An Oasis of the Town –
Red Roof Inn® was scarcely visible –
Three Starbucks™ – all Around –

Since then – ’tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than a Tweet
I first realized the Michelin Men™
Were toward Eternity –