Don't Jeer The Reaper

The Grim Reaper has got my number

Those tech brows will always sell your data out

He gave a heaving knock on the door

Until he found the La Cucaracha doorbell

"You're terrifying Grim Reaper" said I

"Would it help if you called me Derek?" he offered

(it would not)

He bends down and whispers in my ear

I inform him the bathroom is the first door upstairs

He says he has come to take me away

I enquire if he can come back at the end of his rounds

There is no escape he says, he sees all

I ask him how The Traitors is going to finish

Well if the Reaper is going to take me, he'll have to catch me first

I leap on my bike and pedal away

He pursues on electric scooter, his cowl giving him the appearance of floating

I try to get overseas on a luxury yacht

But he follows on a black caped yak

Which chooses to swim doggy paddle

I run and run and run and run

I've lost him I think

I return home where he is sat waiting for me eating my hobnobs

"is this the end?" I timidly ask

"it was from the start" he exhales

"it was always about finding what joy you can in the middle part

I recommend you bring that with you in your heart"

And with that logic I gave up the fight

I'm afraid I'm unable to tell you if I saw a light