My Government Tis of Thee

If Death in time should somehow find I'm running just a little late. I just realized to my great surprise... I have an expiration date. I pace the floor with Death at my door With no out that I can see. But I've thought it through, I have things to do Before I embrace immortality. With one last breath, I entreat with Death If I might linger just another day. I have family and friends... to make amends And a bookie yet to pay. But Death will brook no tardiness As they seem somewhat understaffed. So I accept this judgement Knowing well my Government Will have one less soul to shaft. The End