Confusion at the Graveyard


Their was a little confusion at the graveyard

I had searched long and hard far and wade to find this

super sweet spot.

My perfect place to rest . the other zombies and souls of the dead

could find their own place to rest.

The big oak tree was going to be my shade

and the braches for the birds to sing and rest on.

the coyotes in the distances baying was just

awesome music to my ears.

i told the owl he better split or he may be

our last meal.

I drink the whiskey and popped all the

pills this was going to be the last time

i would get my thrills.

i pasted out fell in my hold they gave me

my dirt bath. See you soon. try and not cry

come on the full moon so you can see your

hole. peace and love be with you!

 

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