an opti-mystic friend of Jesus in a post-conventional world
A corpse is a corpse, of course, of course,
And no one can talk to a corpse of course
That is, of course, unless the corpse is the heinous Mister Dead.
Now, please a poem for all the TV animals, don’t forvet Lassie and Flipper!
Weird, too. Delightfully so. I would love to know what inspired this…
Hmmm. Kinda weird, but I may have had some conversations before with this pale horse…
And now for the extended version…
Go right to the source and ask the corpse
He’ll make sweat come out of all your pores
He’s always on a downward course
Talk to Mister Dead.
People yakety-yak a streak and waste your time of day
But Mister Dead will never speak because you have nothing to say!
A corpse is a corpse, of course, of course
And you can stop beating this pale dead horse
You never heard a talking corpse?
Well, listen to this!
I am Mister DEAD….
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