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11-02-2007, 12:08 PM
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Feliz Dia De Los Meurtos
The Boy who Woke up Dead
Sean Keller (c) 2007 I woke up in the dark today, sealed down in the ground, In a box with satin pillows and flowers all around. And there I lay for hours with just one thought in my head, Life just ain't worth living on the day you wake up dead. Tearing through my coffin, I clawed up through the earth, And climbed through mud and muck until my own grave gave me birth. Then turning to my headstone a young boy's name I read, "Here lies Joey Pratt" that's me, the boy who woke up dead. To the cemetery gates I turned and tried to run, But I could barely shuffle like my feet both weighed a ton. It took me all night long to find my house and room and bed, Seems speed is not an option on the day you wake up dead. Little sis rose with the dawn and came into my room, She asked me how I got here and why I wasn't in my tomb Mother screamed and Father screamed, they grabbed my sis and fled No one wants to see their boy the day he wakes up dead. Father raced back to my room, a shotgun at his side, Mom said "No! He's still our son!" as tears streamed from her eyes. I tried to call their names but "GRRR" and "AAARGH" came out instead, Communication is quite tricky for a boy who wakes up dead. A fever burned inside my gut, I pointed to my mouth, Mother said "He's hungry, that's what this is all about." She brought me eggs and sausages and buttered toasted bread But brains are all you want to eat the day you wake up dead. Just then the cat leapt to my arms and purring, nuzzled close I opened wide and took a bite and sister yelled "that's gross!" Father cried "I've got it" as upon the cat I fed, Meals can be quite messy for a boy who woke up dead. Now pet shops in three counties are all running out of rats, And our neighborhood is seemingly devoid of stay cats. My family, they still love me, but they keep me in the shed, Guess things could go much worse for a boy who woke up dead.
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon 
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11-02-2007, 12:42 PM
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Gracias Amigo
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11-02-2007, 12:53 PM
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon
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11-02-2007, 12:53 PM
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Nice......
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Whatever The Fuck Ever
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11-02-2007, 03:41 PM
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I enjoyed the poem, it makes me want to post some, maybe I'll dig out something scary and put it in horror writers...
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 Quote: Originally Posted by Phalanx Because you want his maggot ridden dick dontcha
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11-02-2007, 03:46 PM
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This poem is very nice my friend much like my verse on Fred Its intended to pay homage to you Its fun I like to spread ;)
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