Poems

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Curiosity Killed The Cat

Lightening crackles as it thunders,

Just how far is six feet under?

Death is where you ought to be.

How did this become of me?

Digging . . .

One foot, two feet.

Dirt covered feet.

Three feet, four.

Hell's ghostly door.

Five feet,

Don't let death cheat.

Finally six feet sown,

Isolated from the town.

It's dark down here,

The end is near.

Taking the final living breathe,

Here's to the first breathe of death. . .