Death Not By Scythe

DEATH NOT BY SCYTHE In fly nightmares a ghoulish figure stands Not with a scythe but a rolled-up newspaper in hand After a frenetic existence of daily work dizzy With visits to trash dumps on schedules busy Some big guy comes near with eyes all a-glint And you end your days covered with newsprint Uncle Reno was killed by the New York Herald Tribune Old Kisso, the guy next door, by the Vancouver Sun Used to be a slow end for many of us guys, Six feet glued tight. Now a sudden sticky end for flies. Life ends not with a bang or a whimper But with a rolled-up newspaper