Reap and Sow

My approach to death
Is not fully formulated
But goes something like this
It begins with a correction
Death’s approach to me
Might be more like it
Grim remains unamused
At my digression
After all
He has seen the best and worst
Of everything
How can a few scrawls compare?
To all those goings on
Carefully choreographed
With sickle and scythe
He the thin conductor
The speeding MC
On X and everything else
No expense spared
For the master’s apprentice
Don’t offer him virgins
He’s done with them
Don’t offer him pro’s
They’re too well done
Give him erotic poets
The true aficionados
Of getting real fucked up
That’ll grab his short attention span
And boil everyone’s
Juices