Undertaker Blues
reminds me of the funeral job,
at the morgue 40 tables, i logged,
one of a hundred jobs id see,
blood n guts an misery,
macarbe on mentality...
but id come to get ol Marge,
suspended on 3 chains, was large,
stiff as iniquity,
came flying though the air,
6 feet up without a care,
no bloody dignity,
as naked as a Jaybird she,
but death had set her free,
as she said to me...
re:"While Waiting At The River Styx"
Terry O'Leary
Don
Guys at the morgue like to shock ya, so i get this naked lady zooming towards me suspended on 3 chains attached to rollers on the ceiling...one under the neck, one under the waist, and one under the ankles..a shock to the system...
as i come in the door...the tables 40 were all occupied with the grim reapers handiwork...
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