Somebody's Whistlin'

Somebody's whistlin'
On top of my grave
Can't be the devil
'Cause I have been saved

Could be the tax man
For bills I ain't paid
But he's too late now
The sod has been laid

Whoever's up there
Disturbin' my sleep
Might as well move on
'Cause I'm six feet deep

I plan to be here 
For a long, long time
Get on with your life
'Cause I'm done with mine

1-27-19
Contest: End January 2019
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Gauthier Avatar
January 28, 2019 at 5:37 PM
That is quite the "fun" poem. Much enjoyed, Larry. I wish it had been longer, I did not want it to end.
Bradfield Avatar
January 28, 2019 at 10:04 PM
Thank you, Line!!
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