Sidney Beck Poet Couplet

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

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Nancy Jones October 30, 2011 at 6:15 PM holy ness and stuff, Syd. Way you blended this stuff is mind-blowing. Like a collab 'tween Kafka and Carlin. Write on, my friend~N

Sara Kendrick October 30, 2011 at 1:59 PM Cute one..Got a chuckle..Sara