Graverobber

Bones, bones, broken bones
He has bones and she has bones
How many bones do I have, hmm?
Let’s take back the fear
Demand a recount or
Return it for a refund
“Murderer! Murderer!” they cry
Well they can cry all they want
Cry to the wind
While we’ll be off scot-free
Dancing with our fancy bones
And all that stuff
That oozing, seeping, stenching stuff
That drips from your fingertips
Slicks back your hair
And glistens your lips
Bones, bones, bloody bones
They got theirs
I got mine
How many bones you got?
Hmm?

May 2010 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on May 27, 2010.