the job

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When someone asks
"What are you doing for a living?"
I reply
"I'm a professional decomposer"
Naturally they will be confused
"What does that look like?"
I'll raise my hand in a gentle motion, a finger to tap my nose - topping it off with a sly wink
"Just you wait"

When they find me in my apartment
When they find what's left of me
(What the maggots didn't want)
I will tell them,
"See? This is my job, and I've just retired!"

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