The Night of the Living Dread
I was in the cemetery,
With my good friend,
Johnny Morales...
Just playfully,
peeing on gravestones
and maybe tumbling
one or two...
We thought we
were so cool..
That's what idiocy
can do,
Especially when
you're a fool
Well I guess
we peed on
one too many,
Or one that we
should have not,
Cause suddenly
the earth cracked open,
Oh my, you could
smell the rot,
Now "pissin' off "
a dead man in his grave,
not too smart to so,
Cause if you
piss him just enough
He'll come up
to reach you!
Well, he grabbed
Johnny by his ankle,
I was rooted to the spot
Courage, earlier
taken for granted
Was now one thing
I now had not!
I finally bolted,
screaming,
Off into the dark cold night
My heart racing faster
than my feet
In such a horrid fright...
I never again saw Johnny
But one day, I grew courage
Just for a peek,
Went back to the cemetery,
A sign of Johnny
I did seek....
All I found was a shoe,
Caked in mud ,
and red, red blood
The vague outlne
of fingers grabbing
Made my heart
just give....
I ran away, once more
in terror, afraid for
my very life....
Screaming, "No Johnny, don't!!"
Fear in my heart like a knife.
So let this be a lesson
Watch out where you may pee,
Maybe you can't see them
But leave the dead to be,
Don't "piss them off"with urine,
Cause you will surely pay,
They'll reach right out
to grab you, and that
will be your final day!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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