Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Turnover

Life and death were talking about

An old politician in bed.

Death wondered why life expressed doubt

Time be this old pol should be dead.

Life told death this pol was so good

At turning all into a lie

That losing such good liar would

Be such a waste to up and die.

But death reminded life, "Hey you"

"Know you've only got so much breath"

"Allowed each life lying to do."

"This politician's done," said death.

So life did let death take its turn,

"It's time some truth this pol does learn."