The Grim Reaper


My skin has become like sandpaper Blotches showing up everywhere A pimple resides at the end of my nose Some areas have unwanted hair What 's happening to this body of mine Seems it's just about falling apart Ankles are swollen to twice their size Been expelling a whole lot of farts It's referred to as the ageing process Is this what's in store from now on No more of this sleeping to noon Always up at the crack of dawn Needing to pee three times a night My back teeth are floating around Cramps in my legs are driving me nuts And my PJs keep falling down A hell of a mess this ageing process Not a damn thing a person can do Hang in there my friends, it won't be long The grim reaper will be calling you soon!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Hughes Avatar
March 22, 2025 at 7:55 AM
How do you spell relief, (Death). Same boat different paddle, hang in there Jack!
Ellison Avatar
March 22, 2025 at 8:03 AM
Love it, Mark ... yep we all meet the same end! Even Mr. DJT!!! lol
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