Mr. Custodian, why must you be so?
You're my caretaker, for what? I do not know
For I am six feet under, safe and secure
The worms are my friends, darkness I endure
Amongst the dirt and dust, I am protected
Though on that grim day, my light has ended
Mr. Custodian, I am safer than you
Inside my casket from what men of life do
You polish my headstone, for that I thank
It won't weather or crumble, but what of that tank?
Though I have passed, I feel the plight of men
Mr. Custodian, take the hole next to me, God Send.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
Mr. Custodian, why must you be so?
You're my caretaker, for what? I do not know
For I am six feet under, safe and secure
The worms are my friends, darkness I endure
Amongst the dirt and dust, I am protected
Though on that grim day, my light has ended
Mr. Custodian, I am safer than you
Inside my casket from what men of life do
You polish my headstone, for that I thank
It won't weather or crumble, but what of that tank?
Though I have passed, I feel the plight of men
Mr. Custodian, take the hole next to me, God Send.