Apr 2022
Roses are dead
And rabbits are stew
You say you're in heaven
I don't believe you
The roses and rabbits
Will dance on your grave
But hope in a habit
If it helps you behave
And rabbits are stew
You say you're in heaven
I don't believe you
The roses and rabbits
Will dance on your grave
But hope in a habit
If it helps you behave
First poem of a pair.
