They Gonna Find My Stach
everyday we get one day closer
to the day that we will die
everyday one day closer
to the secrets that we now hide
now it can be told
by the ones who find the truth
so and so was such and such
ever sence they were in their youth
death will rob you of your privacy
and there's nothing you can do
no hidding, concealing just shameful reveiling
of what we secretly do
there is no telling what they'll find
when the day comes and the death is mine
and they have to move me out of my house
for sure they'll say that dark day i was surely a louse
but by then i'll be in heaven
"where no secrets are hid"
everybody, naked as jaybirds
laughing their assets off
for the dark contest
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2011
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