Death drives a Harley
"What you think he walks"
He rides in style
A horse??
"Please that so sixth century"
Dress sense has improved
Over the years
Many a fashion pioneer
Has his colds hands touched
Favours
For a trip
V
I
P
Upstairs,
You'll never see him coming
Grey hair styled
Suit that is
Blood
*****
Death
Stained proof, there
Aren't many who clean for
The reaper
His payment an exhale
Of life,
Another few moments
Time in this life
You see an old gentleman on a
Harley
Dressed to impress,
As he's here for the most important
Moment in the last *few moment of your life's breath .