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!