Death wore a clown face

Mimicking the human race

What a farce

He’s made of the sacredness of life

Glorifying a masked Satan

Whose infinite duty is to deliver a death wish

Under a medicinal guise,

Making a ghastly mockery of the true curators of Life,

He makes his living through only pain and lies.

Seeking out those

Weakenend and withered by malaise

He injects his morbid hunger into their

Suffering, vulnerable veins.

The ‘good’ doctor sits back

And awaits the delectable death rush

Going to any extreme, doing what he must

To feed his rabid desire

For delivering untimely death.

A smile finds the doctor,

As he leans forward to feel the last of

Life’s fleeting breath.

Closing up the reaper’s bag

Patting himself on the back

For another job well done,

He wickedly prides himself for yet

Another evil victory won,

Hail Doctor Kevorkian!

Ah yes, take the lethal dose

Then don’t bother calling him in the morning,

He’ll be busy defending his latest deed,

Merely laughing at the scorning.