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THE CREEPY MORTICIAN

Nightly, in the mirror she would stare,
and pull out clumps of her own hair.
Wigs she wore during the day,
while doing things her way.

Neighbors said the way she walked,
the way she talked  was very creepy.
For quite sometime she was able to maintain,
the fact that she was slowly going insane.

People did notice when she made the dead look
like a clown.
Someone called for the cops to come around.
On the bus she was caught trying to leave town.

Now,she is in the nut house a total lock down.
In therapy it was found that as a child after her
mother had passed,she saw her dad having
intimate times with the dead.

After he passed she took over the funeral business
with dread.
Over time it drove her mad,and she began to act
like her dad.
In bed she would wake up next to the dead !
 



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