Walkin' Dead Boy

You dead boy,
And still walkin' around.
Momma said rest in peace,
But you ain't the type,
That just lay in his tomb.

Night time calls your name,
You crawl out from your grave.
Then you meet up with the others,
The gang called Walkin' Dead,
And go out on the town.

People scream at you,
Hideous as your appearance is.
Best night to come out,
Well that would be Halloween,
Cause you just blend right in.

Course, God is waitin',
Hoping you'll tire of this.
He says Heaven is damn nice,
Better than you're earthly delights,
So come on up those stairs.

You like this life,
So mamma ain't gonna cry.
I'll just watch you from here,
While you dance in the moonlight,
Havin' the time of your dead life.

Kristina D. England

http://www.poetrygirlspoemland.homestead.com