The Grim Reaper
I stage your days like a theater
One day at a time, I set them asunder
From your first through your last is my price
You sweat trying give meaning to that space
I own Monday to Sunday and any holiday
So do I your leave days and your payday
I’m Gregorian so I thrive in the castle walls
Mock me and cross me out to your own fall
Time is limited, yours by the way
Waste me, to your own dismay
I never send a notice on the due date
You and I meet at a tangent
You say hello, I say goodbye
I move along and you die
There’s been 107 billion souls thus far
And my appetite is only growing bigger
Every year enjoy your Happy birthday?!
Seize the day, that’s what they say
I’ll be there soon fresh as a new day
To take what is owed to me today
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