The Reaper's Tune

It's said amazing grace has a sweet sound
All too often overwhelmed by the pipes
So it can be hard to hear it abound
Let alone cure a case of the gripes
Brought on by too much shit in the sandwich
At the poorly planned picnic of life.
Applying more bread is great if you're rich
But first cut the loaf with a cleaner knife
Or perhaps investigate the bakers
Since it's possible they don't wash their hands
After proving to be explosive shit takers
Unconcerned with where materiel lands,
Like in a bar containing fresh salad
Turning the reaper's tune into a ballad.