so ramdon. so wierd. so waht.

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I lie still under the stars
The pale moonlight shimmering on my flesh

Four lowly hyenas slowly circle
Chanting their hideous sutra

A lone crow flies above cackling
Its eerie eulogy

One hundred ants wait orderly in line
With their jaws wide open
Ready to pay homage

And flies buzzing around
Eager to offer their precious

Maggots deploy in large numbers
to occupy my space and feed

You stole my watch
and my earrings
The least you could have done
was close the coffin.