Graveyard (Part 3)
...Now I lay in this casket
The Devil's Easter basket
No skin, flesh or tissue
I entitize in bones
How long have I been here, estimate:
Centries
I can no longer smell the flowers my loved ones left me
Afterlife people can't scare or harm me
I enjoy the company of ghost, ghouls, leprechans and zombies
Feel right at home when I feel the squirms
The bitemarks from ticks, rats , and worms
This graveyard
My gravesite
My home now
My death right
I feel sorry for my now tarnsihed tuxedo
But my corpse isn't completely neat though
They spelled my name wrong on my headstone
And if this rat don't stop licking my headbone
I demand they retrieve my organs
And relieve my kids, who are now orphans
Hey, life after death, a brain won't be that important
What happened to me goin to hell
I committed murder so why be in this nocturnal shell
But I would like to be in heaven
So I quote the Raven "Nevermore"
It's pouring down rain
But it can't wash away the pain
I killed a bully and did prison time, I've been granted thuggish fame
But what fortune does it bring
none
All I wanted was for my troubles to have gone
But instead my life was taken
Those volts had me shakin
My roasted body beyond bakin
With another man my wife will be cakin
I chose my destination: Hell so my spirit can torch
At least I died young and left a good-looking corpse
Copyright © Richard-Jamaal Keen | Year Posted 2009
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