Friday, October 9, 2009

the only poem i may ever learn

don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by
for you may be the next to die

they wrap you up in a big white sheet
from your head down to your feet

they put you in a big black box
and cover you up with dirt and rocks

all goes well for about a week
but then your coffin begins to leak

the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
the worms play pinochle on your snout

they eat your eyes, they eat your nose
they eat the jelly between your toes

a big green worm with rolling eyes
crawls in your stomach and out your eyes

your stomach turns a slimy green
and puss pours out like whipping cream

you spread it on a piece of bread
and that's what you eat when you are dead.