Puerile Plea Poem by John Sensele

A bed-ridden patient laden with leukemia stirred
Murmuring, mooning and turning over in his hospital bed
'Gimme a break, Death, ' the patient uttered.
'Let me enjoy a few more hours of life to spend.'

'Patient Panic, how many years from a crying clock
Have you taken away from the time of your belaboured birth?
Has a clock ever at you tossed a romping rock
Or have chilling chimes of Big Ben stolen your mundane mirth? '

'Death, leave my misery alone
God will claim my soul in his own ordained time.
Death, don't incur God's wrath for I'm not a clone
Crate your excess bag of tricks to Hell, enjoy a one-way ticket climb.'

'Patient, spare me any more gangrenous grief
I gave you lots of chances you vanity threw away
It's high time you stopped being a chief thief
Your crocodile tears, me no longer can sway.'