Grave Thoughts



If one does not despair
For lack of light and air
A grave can be a rather comfy place.
After all, when you are dead
With a heavy tombstone at your head
Lying quietly is no disgrace.
Otherwise with Fitch and Abercrombie
You can become a well dressed zombie
And munch for lunch on the human race.
But, in general it’s true,
There really isn’t much to do.
Eternity’s a boring thing to face.
And time grinds on inexorable.
Rats and worms are not adorable
But very good to you, erase.



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