Death, The Terror & Error Poem by John Sensele

Death, stop robbing me of my friends
Today you purloin mom, tomorrow you snatch Julie
Who upgraded my photogenic trends
As we both tired of admiring Bruce Lee.

Death, you're a terror
That denudes poor and rich
Despite the irritating mirror
In which narcissism Adonis and Casanova preach.

Death, leave my friends alone
To eke out a meager living in peace
As for their indiscretions foe and friend atone
Although they unwittingly resist a French kiss in the name of bliss.

Death, a canker block that on people's future puts a padlock
To extort a humility price
As their earthen eyes glued on a dysfunctional clock
Ebb in significance when life slowly peters out on the roll of unfair dice.

Death, the equalizer and destabiliser
Who depreciates cars, clothes, culottes, coins and caviar meals
The affluent chew with gusto to the accompaniment of an appetizer
That sanctions in a hidden corner shady deals.