Laying Low
Snuggled soundly in your grave,
No more need to wash and shave,
Chucking foods you know you crave.
Now you’re free to misbehave.
No more need to pay the rent,
Blast your quads or get a stent,
Regret the gaffes you couldn’t prevent,
Or mourn the money you made and spent.
You’ve begun a brand new phase,
Laying low in languorous laze,
Boxed up in formalde-haze,
Wiling away your deathful days.
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(6/24/2019)
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Thanks, by dropping that final “dreadful,” for rescuing those days in the box from seeming refreshing and delightful!
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