Poetic-Verses
'' I'm Fried ''
Death never rocks,
I'm placed in a box,
With my fancy socks,
I've died.
Following the drill,
I'm lying still,
I've made my will,
I tried.
Loved the wife?
Bane of my life,
Though arguments rife,
She cried.
Where's his riches,
The family pitches,
No bloody hitches,
Subdivide.
The arrogance mastered,
Now they're plastered,
I was not a bastard,
How snide.
No more say,
Or making hay,
I'm on my way,
Step aside.
Now I'm dead,
It must be said,
I'm being led,
Inside.
Heaven or Hell,
I can't tell,
I'll ring the bell,
Ratified.
I'm heading down,
Deep in the brown,
Satan's no clown,
Mercy denied.
Asked to be interred,
Of fire I'm scared,
Nobody cared,
' I'm Fried '
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