There once was a thing from Nantucket

Who carried around a dripping bucket

There were inside a ton of fish

Though other things inside it did wish

Like severed heads

And moldy breads

Pustule filled Chicken gizzards

And let’s not forget the one eyed lizards

It carried its bucket all throughout town

And as a child’s sniffer did arise there was a sullen frown

Though this did not dismay the thing

For a fishy song did it sing

“Arise o lovers of the taste

Between a ladies legs they baste

These fishy candies are vinegar sweet

And make hair grow upon your feet

So come now and come all, yes even the bums

To have a lick of these fishy yum yums”

And so the children did come forth for their promised sweets

Opening their mouths for the things dripping treats

“Fuck my life…” 

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Good mourning says the gravedigger to his flock 

as the dead begin to walk 

shambling out of their nightly dreams 

into the sunlights piercing beams 

stabbing the earthly streets 

the dead squeeze their hearts to shuffling beats 

all in hope that they may find 

a little peace for their rotting mind 

you can see them walking here and there 

but until they have their coffee try not to stare.