Hey cats, I call this one “Painted into a coroner blues..”
When I think of you my heart goes flopsy
As I contemplate your sweet autopsy.
Your skin is green and blue… whatavah
would I do without my fine cadavah?
The love in which I know I’ll fall
Starts with the unkindest cut of all.

That’s all for now. Goodnight, BOILS and GHOULS.

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