For The Stoner Collaboration Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Charles Messina
I was sitting on the corner, stoned When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned How could this be, she rests in peace Right beside my loving niece I answered the phone, and my auntie said "I know you think that I am dead" "I'm alive"- my auntie moaned Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned" My! My! The signal's strong from six feet down We've got the best dead-net phone in town No dropped calls when old bones are phoned And ghosts complain they've been monotoned. I rubbed my eyes and scratched my head "You're calling me from beyond the dead?" She said, "Don't dread the dearly departed" "We're not dialled-out" Just getting started"
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