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whether awake or experience down time
to rejuvenate body, mind,
and spirit triage, sans as a sleeper
rich or poor, young or old, male or female...
nobody exempt from clutches of grim acing reaper
hook hood up here incognito
as your doppelganger, alter ego,
gender hocking, inscrutably hide din Jeckyll
Linkedin mastermind
nincompoop ogling peeper
no out witting the sometime scythe lent
lurking dark shadow of a creeper
along the edge of night (as the world turns
upon all my children) jamming
the cell phone bandwidth
so as to silence a ringtone beeper
of person in prime of her/his life,
where without warning permanent pressed sleep
steals what accomplishments
one didst sow with intent to reap
usurping tenacity, sans reigning quest to peep
SOS voiced syllables sent back
to communication tumblr
shushing modus vivendi to leap
hence rigor mortis awaits sad plight,
asper lovely bones in a heap
triggering surviving kith and kin
to mourn regarding loss of loved one,
where emptiness e'er so deep
and quite purposeless
to incarcerate mighty mega Death
recharged via deep purple hued
ac/dc battery bought for cheap trick curry,
the agility per skull king cross bones
iz a f¨çËšˆ˜g creep!
