Our love went beyond mountains and canteens,
But stopped when you met my brother.
I would love to send you a cat by mail but I doubt postmen ship in Hell.
And if they did; even cats, who are known to be evil,
Could’t stand your mean jokes.
Your heart was red, cosy, warm, fuzzy and black,
from all those cigarettes and that’s why you died.
Do you absolutely have to be dead ?
We still have bills to pay
You used to say » Never say Never, say Never in Hell! »
Now it’s you, who are in Hell.
Texte: Claudia Bortolino
Illustrations: Lucie Mouton