Sense Sonnet - Tickler

$alesman of Death

I own a piece of the death biz,
Growing chain of mortuaries.
I sell something that always is.
Livelihoods for my employees.
My customers are the bereaved
Who bring to me their now deceased.
The more their delight is achieved,
The more my profits have increased.
The corpse fixed up to look so good.
A funeral fit, tailored made,
And if all goes well as it could,
Future deceased biz will be laid.

The competition will not quit,
So death is what I do with it.