Pick My Bones

Pick My Bones Bury me in shallow sands. Let the buzzards pick my bones. A plastic bag I shall not need. You won't hear me moan or groan. This hefty gal is…obese. True. Let nature take its course. Turn my fat back into dust. Before bionic bones bear rust. Just one shot will set me free. You won’t hear me moan or groan. Bury me in shallow sands. Let the buzzards pick my bones. DON’T WORRY…I AM JUST BEING SARCASTIC… THIS SEEMS LIKE THE ONLY WAY I CAN LOOSE WEIGHT. AND IF I DON’T, MY NEW HIP WILL LAST LESS THAN 15 YEARS. And I come from a line of long livers… smiles.