Hi there! Hello there! I'm Mrs. Sniffle,
To you, humans, I'm just a trifle,
I live here, in this gorgeous scenery,
In the niches of this cemetery.
To you, humans, we--rodents--are a pest,
To us, rodents, you--humans--are a feast,
We thank you all for dying so early,
And giving us enough food, daily, weekly.
We can't thank you enough for doing us a favor,
And for that, our hospitality, you will savor.
We'll tell this, ONLY to you, dear human,
Of what happens when you die--when you're a dead man.
The first week might seem really boring,
As you'll lie there for a few days, unmoving,
Then comes the fun part when your coffin leaks,
We enter and rejoice in triumphant squeaks.
We invite Mrs. Earth and her babies,
Who are hungry worms who'll eat your beauties,
They'll chew your eyeballs and prey on your nose,
And play ring-around-the-roses on your toes.
They will all graze on your flawless skin,
Crawl inside your belly to your intestines,
And out they go like crap on your butthole,
And say, "Eating in parts is tastier than eating whole."
And now, let me tell you my secret recipe,
Which is much loved by my children and me,
We let you rot for a few more days,
Until colors turn up on your skin like greens, blues, and greys.
Then, we nibble your ears til it's gone,
And suck on all fingers til there's none,
We crawl in your mouth and cut your tongue,
Go out of your bum like human dung.
We voyage to your innards and gobble your heart,
Wolf down your liver, tear it to parts.
Your kidney stone is our dessert, so to speak,
Wow! We'll feast on you for weeks and weeks.
We let the purplish brain rot for a little longer,
until it looks like a melted butter.
Spread them on a bread; make it a soup,
Drink it in a glass; or just sip the gloop.
It tastes like chicken; It tastes like beef,
It tastes like human! That's a relief!
When you're all bone; when you're no more,
We'll mourn for you with a bitter score.
But, alas! For us, another meal awaits!
Another corpse arrives at Hades's gates,
We'll leave you in peace to become a dust,
For we'll feast on the newcomer! We need! We must!
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Sinful Writing
PoetryHello, readers! What you are about to read is a collection of poems and short stories--pieces that mostly have dark themes such as anger, sex, regrets, death, etc. There are some pieces, though, that contain inspiring themes like love and faith--but...
