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I’m a master of destruction

A vague student of Death

You give them a life

I see their last breath



I’m seen all around

And more often than not

Have a special friendship

With Death, and all in lot



I’m given the gruesome details

I’m no stranger to the gore

In truth my job, my living here

Is one you’d all abhor



But someone’s got to do the job

Dirty laundry must be washed

And though it seems unlikely

Roaches, too, must be squashed



I’m a doctor, one of sorts

I live and bleed and feel

But to you I have no purpose

Because I cannot heal



© LJ Rodriguez 2006