sorry, I'm dead

Sorry, I just have to interject

You treat us dead with no respect

You write about the afterlife

With no idea what it's like to die

"She went out peacefully", you say to her kin

You weren't there and don't know what state she was in

Was she screaming and wailling? were her eyes filled with tears?

Or was she frozen, paralyzed in fear

Did she fight the dark, the on coming end

Or did she greet death like a dear old friend

You living know so little, but act like you know it all

I think your really just afraid to fall

I won't write about death (that would make me just like you)

I won't act at all scary, as thats nothing new

I'm only here to yell at you, no unfinished buisness

At least not like Jeremy who was a (SPOOKY) murder witness

Oh, so scary! I'm quaking in fright!

Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, right

I'm here to yell at you 'bout how you're portraying us

I know your like "your not really a ghost, your to sus"

But eventually you'll die and when you come along

I'll be right here to show you how all the poets were wrong