Wake Up And Smell The Coffin

Its so boring down the coffin shop

Where no-ones full of beans.

The deadly silence makes me tired

I know it sounds obscene.

I spend my days just cleaning

All the brass and wood veneer.  

I'd like a more exciting job

I wish to make that clear.

The customers never argue

The radio's always off.

The smell of wax and polish 

Has given me a cough.

Without a sound all morning

The days all seem mundane. 

The clock is loudly ticking

Only 5 more hours remain.

When it gets to 3 o'clock 

The coffins look inviting.

The silk and padded inlays

Look cozy and exciting.

The casket looked so comfy

So i took a little nap.

I hope the boss won't catch me

Or i'm sure to face the sack.

It not so bad and i'm relieved

That this coffin isn't mine.

I Suppose i should be grateful 

For my dead end pastime.

Reviews

[patricia]

lighthearted and fun about a usually difficult topic. enjoyed.