Death Is Banana

The numbers in the book are turning red. There's a heavy iron cloud inside

my head. The Sixth Lord is knocking on the Eight House door,

saying, "You'll never be safe! You'll always be poor!"

I'm squeezing my chest, I'm holding my breath. Planning my survival

to the edges of death. But wait! What's this inside the vault?

Is it a prison? Is it my fault? I looked at

the monster and what did I see? The monster is yellow and peeling

for me! Death is banana! Death is banana! Slip on the peel and slide