Why Can't Death Get A Job 18+ Poem by Lauren Coles

If death was a real person it would be lazy,
Always sitting on its butt,
It would be glued to the bed,
Sad music playing on the way to the interview,
Nothing to look forward to if they were to get job,
They don't really care about the paycheck they just want to get off their friends back to get out of the house,
Being a hermit crab is not a good thing to live this one life,
The employer won't be happy with you calling in sick and not showing up like you promised,
We might not be happy but we can make the best of it.