Even insurance is no help

On Friday the 13th
The doctor sent him to heaven
On a lifetime vacation
Why so long, I wonder?
Every profession has its risks
Even a master carpenter sometimes cuts himself
Lately
The value of failure has exceeded
Two hundred percent
Maybe that’s not so much
Illness doesn’t pick and choose
Today it’s not the plague running wild
Nor cholera or typhus
A new era has come
With unlimited possibilities
Perhaps that’s why
Now in first place
Is only genocide