Best Morticians Poems

Nobody looks closely
At corpses in a funeral.
You usually just see
Their faces and hands.
Who checks the bodies?

Of course it’s assumed
The bodies are all there.
They are rarely...

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morticians
what do they talk about
at lunch...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and...

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Waking
Slumber
Another day
One more to sway

My eyes are red
My hopes are dead
I live in dread
In bed

Another day
Another one
Another breath of putrid air
Why

Interludes
Softly mocking me
Musicale morticians
Playing with...

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Gone are the  demons, gone are the gangs
No more mafia in their ranks.

Gone are the criminals, don't need police.
Don't need lawyers, those reformed make...

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A pandemic common occurrence:
Losing one's job and health insurance!
The hospital count*
Continues to mount
Morticians wonder who is the dunce?

* People without an income nor
health insurance die...

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No Halloween Candy

I can't get no Halloween candy.
I can't get no Halloween candy.
But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try.
I can't...

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It is the PROMISE OF NEW KINGSHIP.  THE END OF FIGHT  'Til an unending bloody finish.
The BEGINNING OF THE MIGHTY QUEST TO END...

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( Hum to the tune of "Get me to the Church on time!"

The old guy's getting married to a fat virgin,
Ding dong, the wedding hearse...

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Appeared to be a normal day,
At our University of the Third Age,
Grannies and Grandads writing epic lit.,
Forgot our hearing aids and blankets....
We walked away from...

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One thing said about politicians
They can gather money like  morticians
Who bring dead for burial
That go to meet Gabriel
While politicians greet contributions...

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Black garments fall to the floor
Boots off, cane leaned against the door
Top hat lifts, welcoming them all

A bottle of ketchup in hand. . .

“Hello there,”...

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~~Can You Feel It~~


The rainbowed bubbles of hope in the air?
God's hands cupping the earth during
these days of a great scare?

It's time to realize that...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher...

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PECO (Philadelphia Electric Company)... 
wont get a red cent from me
(explained by following words you see)

No...not until the 
     bitter cold temperature, 
     sans iron...

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