Fritz Purdum Poet Free verse

Death and His Seven Minions

Life was getting cumbersome for Old Mister Death
a tad overworked, not that he was complaining
Death is a man who enjoys a job will done.
But people become cynical.
With this artificial intelligence 
some mortals think themselves eternal now.
To think he owes his career to a snake
great trick with the apple, gave him full employment.
But he needs a little help, for a break now and then.
To the minions, they always work
with such pride and perfection.
  Disease, she is a beauty
can seem so innocent and be so fatal.
A slight sneeze , a little couch
a night of naughty fun
Plagues sweep the world
Her trade, heart disease, viruses
cancers, cigarettes young child?
diabetes, eat it no denying yourself.
So many ways to attack the human body
Disease always dependable for Mister Death.
  The twins Violence and War.
Boys will be boys, Violence what a card
crime, hate, greed, anger
choke beaten and stomped , stab or shot
slashed or eaten. Whatever man makes or uses
an instrument of death in Violence hands.
Big brother War, what a job. Weapons of mass destruction.
Weapon industries churn out instruments of death.
Nuclear to bayonets, Chemicals to fear.
From underground to outer space
War is everywhere. Armor, ships, planes, satellites
drones, lasers, bombs, missiles and bullets.
War can kill so many with a single strike.
Mister Death always plays his wild card
evil men so easy to use.
Even Good must fight Evil to survive.
War wins both ways for Mister Death.
  Nature let her be.
Weather and disasters up her sleeves
Winds Earth Fire and Water
From droughts to floods to famine
Tornadoes typhoons hurricanes
From freezing to scorching heat
And those earthquakes volcanoes
mudslides, landslides and animal attacks too.
Such a naughty lady she is.
  Accident so nonchalant
texting while driving
speeding on a slick surface
ice breaks, falling from heights
drowning anyone, train wreck
plane crash, automotive accidents
Look like a deer much? hunting season.
choking on food sure is tasty.
Too many sleeping pills, on and on
Accident such a sly fellow,
  Lady Suicide almost cheating
when the living kill themselves, to die for.
Death almost has guilt for that check mark
but hey even Death needs a break now and then.
Depression, fear, mental illness, loneliness
grief, pain, illness all help lead her on.
Euthanasia when doctors and governments
do Deaths job, no backing out, sign the dotted line
and Death is waiting.
  And rather dull Old Age, live a long time
drop dead. So many points lost with that old fart.
Yes Mister Death and his seven minions
should he add a few more, lets check the new guy A I...

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