“What if you were immortal for a day?”
“Would you throw your life away?”
“No,” answers the audience.
“have you ever considered the consequence?”
“What consequence?” They ask.
“The consequence of the immortal glory of which you’ll bask.”
They shake their heads no
and I begin my tale of woe.

“Once upon a time a man was given the power to live forever,”
A very unknowledgeable man, not very clever. 
This power he was given lasted for only one day
and yes, indeed, he chose to throw his life away.”
My audience murmurs, seemingly unimpressed.
“Here,” I continue, ‘“was how he was addressed.”
“His strength, he was an ox.
His brains, strictly rocks.”

“Get on with it already!” One yells from the back of the room.
Their sour tone fuels my fume.
“Fine,” I say, “but don’t be so impatient.”
Maybe it’ll clear up your mood if I go searching for your replacement.”
That shuts them up.
I begin my story’s follow-up.

“Once the gods had blessed him with eternal life,
he tested mother nature with only a small pocket knife.
Now, tell me. What do you think he did first?”
The crowd just shrugs, assuming the worst.
He jumped off the world’s highest peak,
landing in a broken  heap.
Remember, he cannot die,
but the pain he felt almost lead him to cry.”

I smirk,
my audience starts to perk.
"Forget about that, did we?
Well, apparently, so did he.”

“Even though he had broke all his bones,
he still battled nature like some kind of Indiana Jones.
The power continued to  feed his ego
and nature continued to crush him like a mosquito.
Teeth falling out, bones crumbling to dust,
the setting sun in the sky, turning an eye-catching rust.
He decided that before the day’s end
into an active volcano he would descend.”
The audience looks mortified,
Flat out horrified.
“Who here thinks that your body regenerates,”
after you have found a way to make it deteriorate?”
A few hands shoot up and I let out an ominous chuckle.
“Then can those of you who just raised your hands, explain why they found only his rubble?”