Miss Wilson
Took Miss Wilson away
she was dead for over a month,
smell at came from her house
ten time worst then a skunk.
There was a crowd in front of her house
noisy neighbors and some passer-by's.
They carried her out in a black zipper bag
not a tear from any ones eyes.
Whose gonna miss Miss Wilson?
Not a soul from what I could see.
They all left when the show was over.
When there was nothing left for them to see.
The police they went back to protecting
the firemen who knocked down her door.
They all went back to the living
and Miss Wilson ain't living no more.
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