Hazardous Waist
Forty-seven atheists have gathered round my grave
their lack of faith unshakable in any way at all
No-one wants to modify the way that they behave
Against the chance that after death they'll really have a ball
Listen as they sing!
Twenty-seven Stalinists are sitting in my tub
Their lack of shoes unfeasible considering their weight
Ask them for a pencil, they just produce a stub
Several even had the nerve to ask me for a date
Listen as they sing!
Thirty-seven parodists are lying on my bed
Their lack of wit unbearable in light of all they spew
I'd rather sleep in coffins alongside the "undead"
Whose words of fright cohere, at least; they're hard to misconstrue
Listen as they sing!
Listen as we sing,
Listen as we sing,
Listen, durn it, as we sing! [Kansas Sam]
| Contributors: | PeterWRC, Big Andy, Roland, TG, loaf, F, (trad), Kansas Sam, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 17th November 2003 by Beefy. |