Not Dead
NOT DEAD
I lay upon me old brown bed
a fly did buzz around called Fred
The experts did claim that I was dead
But I did disagree
It happened in the month of may
They wouldn’t shut up, I couldn’t say
So prostrate there I did lay
Me spirit wasn’t free
She put me in an old brown box
Cut hair from my brown fore lock
Sold all my deeds and online stock
But I just wanted to pee…
So down the hole they dropped the box
Bounced off the walls dislodged the rocks
The sermon boring, waffled lots
I’m clawing to be free….nope
Don Johnson 09
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