standing in line
at the funeral home
back where i grew up
waiting for someone
to pay respects
to the dearly departed
i heard the young
dead woman gloat
a little
pleased with the plethora
of flowers and throws
and angel figurines
and the long line of mourners
and the way
her ***** looked
in the shirt she wore
she thought
and i'm not paraphrasing much
that 'she looked pretty good
for a dead girl'
i used to think
that we left this world
and stepped into angel wings
but now i know
we cannot be
what we haven't been
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
standing in line
at the funeral home
back where i grew up
waiting for someone
to pay respects
to the dearly departed
i heard the young
dead woman gloat
a little
pleased with the plethora
of flowers and throws
and angel figurines
and the long line of mourners
and the way
her ***** looked
in the shirt she wore
she thought
and i'm not paraphrasing much
that 'she looked pretty good
for a dead girl'
i used to think
that we left this world
and stepped into angel wings
but now i know
we cannot be
what we haven't been
apparently this one has an alternate ending
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