End Of Business Poem by Azachem Azachemov

Unfinished business was his curse,
No matter what he would endeavor.
And things were getting worse and worse,
As he could finish nothing, ever.

Unwatered plants, an unfed pet,
Unbought or unconstructed housing -
'As good as it would ever get'
Most of the time was pretty lousy.

Frustration bit into his pride
For all the work left unattended…
At last - last night - he simply died,
And then, at once, all business ended.