A walk in the graveyard always soothes the soul
Especially if you're Samantha on a roll
The day flew by and wasn't particularly gaudy
It's saying a lot for a job going body to body
Though she pines for a lover in the night
To help make this lonely wrong more right
She was beautiful, yet she called herself ugly
Probably outside sources that are too smugly
But carried on she did with the shovel for a dig
Who knows? Maybe in the end, this is s good gig
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Mortician Blues
PoetryShort poem about loneliness and the joys of being in a cemetery.