Embalming.

That’s disgusting! Who wants that? I’d rather be burned, Before those chemicals, Get pushed through my veins. I don’t even want to know Why there is a drain in the floor. Bleached in the dessert with a trusty steed, Is really the ideal.

April 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems, Woe Poems

1 comment

desert, one s. Dessert is like cupcakes. Mmmm…cupcakes.

Comment by jvasta — April 21, 2008 @ 10:39 am