Poke the bear
and run away
hope, he's slow and old
Fear his wrath
the aftermath
your corpse now dead
and cold
The flies swoop in
decomp begins
maggots have their day
Bleached the bones
left all alone
may heaven have your sway
When at the gates
an awful state
St Peter will inquire
"What made you brave
and misbehave,
rewarded, bruin's ire?"
He'll read the book
a double look
show you the way to hell
Cuz we all know
a stupid show
never ends up
well
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
Poke the bear
and run away
hope, he's slow and old
Fear his wrath
the aftermath
your corpse now dead
and cold
The flies swoop in
decomp begins
maggots have their day
Bleached the bones
left all alone
may heaven have your sway
When at the gates
an awful state
St Peter will inquire
"What made you brave
and misbehave,
rewarded, bruin's ire?"
He'll read the book
a double look
show you the way to hell
Cuz we all know
a stupid show
never ends up
well
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