Agent Corpse

Agent Corpse lives in a village of chocolate thieves Where weeping willows whip its own tiny twig Above coarse fertile soil Cyprian dust settles A mix of heaven and earth so puzzling Like a rusty froth in a bubble Six and a half feet under the tomb of yawn Wobbly skeletons creep out At the crack of dawn From the village bossom To the wondrous world of the unknown To share corpse infinite quest To copper cease chocolate thieves In the village ground, court sheeps await They befriend the thieves down the cartilage creek Wobbly skeletons gather to join the rest As Agent Corpse boils Heavenly melt palaver chocolate mix