Mortician man, death loving man,
He truly must be cursed,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
he's waitin for your hearst.
In your coffin, lying still,
you won't get away.
He's pumpn in the formaldhyde
so you won't rot today!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the dark humor. Please check out my poem on this theme titled 'final wishes'. -chuck