Fun In Death Poem by Rik Bertrand

BURIED ALIVE WITHIN A TOMB,
BURIED IN A COLD DARK ROOM.
ALIVE AND BREATHING DIRTY AIR,
AND YET STILL, I DON’ CARE.

IN THE NIGHT, THEY THOUGHT ME DEAD,
AS I LAY SLEEPING IN MY BED.
THEY LAID ME OUT FOR ALL TO SEE,
AND IN MY MIND I DRANK TEA.

I LAID THERE AS THEY ALL CRIED,
AND LISTENED AS THEY ALL LIED.
THEY SAID THEY LOVE ME THROUGH AND THROUGH,
BUT I KNEW THOSE WHO SPOKE TRUE.

REVENGE IS ROLLING THROUGH MY MIND,
AND IN REVENGE I WILL NOT BE KIND.
I WILL STEAL THE SOULS OF EACH AND EVERYONE,
AND I DARE SAY, IT WILL BE FUN.

REB.