No Place Like Foam
When we slough off this mortal coil,
it’s best we die on memory foam,
imprinted on the ones who toil,
the ones stuck cleaning out our home.
H/T to John Grinsell's Thoughts on dying
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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