Mind Your Old

Her old grandmother ailing
Shortly before she lied down
Her quaver fresh head facing the wall
Her crocodile skin broke of blood vessels
She let the dying for burial

She ran away from
The old one who used to-
With a clean razor sew her forested head
Lumbering to clear the wild animal infested bushes
As she tried in vain to breath to bathe on her bedstead

On the eve of her demise she got the information
The civilized one through the nose banged the call
Let the dead bury the dead as she hissed sounding antediluvian
With her entire bed burdened with unknown deceased men fossils
Shhh! Let the dead bury the gone

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