Dream Macabre - a Repost

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[Note: There is a funeral home in my family. This is a disclaimer. No one connected with it has ever engaged in the sort of activity I dreamed about in this poem. Actually, I must say that I'm quite proud of this poem, considering it one of the best, and funniest, I have ever written. I hope everyone who has not read it previously, will take this opportunity to do so. Enjoy!]

My imagination ran shamelessly amok last night While I slumbered in beaded sweat, askance that I would Be peddling ornate coffins to the absurdly rich, then Second handing them to poorer souls for paltry profit. After black-draped mourners departed for sumptuous feasts I heaved their unboxed tuxedoed beloved into the pit And shoveled them over head to foot with yellow clay. No shame ensuing, I wiped down the shiny satin interior Erasing telltale vestiges of the recently deceased occupant Loaded the ornamental bronze, a considerably less-weighty box, Into the back of my somber black Cadillac hearse And laughing lustily sped away…, then I awakened. reposted December 16, 2021 written December 8, 2020

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