the invincible ones

some men, I guess women too,
you can't kill them.

the world can't kill them.
nothing they do can take themselves
out.

no matter how poorly they've lived.
drinking, smoking,
whoring around,

they've lived without boundaries,
consuming
whatever they wanted.

they've escaped the noose time and time
again.

immoral souls. deceitful.
liars and losers, the whole bunch of
them,

but there are, old and grey.
still not humbled by age, or the world
around them.

they are the invincible ones.
they'll bury us
one day, holding the shovel,
laughing over our grave.