The Passionate Mortician to His Love

I wrote this as a sophomore in high school about a mortician and his love. I thought it would be funny to share.

Come live with me and be my love,

For you are the one I always think of

My passion for you is quite deadly

And you’re actually alive, incredibly

You shall have a bed made of the finest silk and cotton

Don’t worry about the smell I know it’s rotten

It is delightfully compact and warm

There might still be a finger in there but that’s the norm

We can dig up our future and bury the past

My love for you will always last

No one will take you and make them their hobby

I’d like to see them try over my dead body

Your touch is warm to my cold embalmed heart

I can’t close my eyes because I don’t want us to part

But my time has come my angelic dove

Please live with me and be my love

Author's Note

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