Poem 35: When you're dead

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Don't ever laugh at the hearse goes by

For you may be the next to die

they wrap you up is 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

And all goes well for about a week

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 pus pours out like whipping cream

You spread it on a slice of bread

And thats what you eat when you're dead!

*drops the mic*

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