By: JD DeHart
Now, I’m really not a bad reaper,
just happen to be born this way.
Imagine me, if you can, pressed from
the womb in a dark hood.
Some people choose jobs, some jobs…
well, they’re compelled by destiny.
Like insurance agent.
Or trapeze artist.
My dad was a reaper. I mean, somebody’s
got to do it. The boat can’t pilot itself.
So, pay your coin, mind my sickle, have
a seat. Would you like a beverage?
If you look to your left…