The reaper was grim
I had called him
I was tired of my soul in a way
I asked him to take it away
He said he wasn't so sure
There wasn't any place
A bug in the upgrade core
The beta was utter disgrace
So he sat down we held hands
Two sweet souls terrified
How tech had changed the lands
Very sad we both sighed
He drank a cup of tea
The special Darjeeling
He said he had to rush to the sea
That was the next thing
The man I could tell
Knew a lot
Although he looked rather pale
His wit was quite on the spot
For instance he wasn't in a hurry
Explained without dumbing down
He was fond of spicy curry
Saw a red stain on his gown
I thought it looked like blood
He said it was the curry
Made from dead cow cud
Human brains in a slurry
He was into raw he said
Didn't fancy cooking
He eats the cook when he is fed
He didn't much Iike the living
Sweet old man
He said he'll come again
He didn't have many friends
Nobody liked the stain
The guy is really very grim
Don't ever fuck with him
Remember if you want to live
He doesn't forget or forgive
