Now that I’m dead

My time I take

to enjoy myself

As I awake

What do my dead bones want today?

To while my afterlife away?

First, a laugh, to wake from dozing

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“I’m a composer who is decomposing!”

And, with wracking laughs I’m racking up

more puns and jokes, and cracking up

And cackling fit to crack my skull

And of myself I’m very full.

And good-humored, filled with glee

I turn my eyeless skull to see

if now I wish to rise and do,

or if I wish to rest, and be.

each day of my eternity,

there’s just two things I *have* as tasks

awake, then sleep. My sole two jobs.

The rest is all an extra ask.

“Do I want to do?” I ask

And listen to the silent words

of my curse-ed two-tasked soul

If now it wants to add a third.

I died and now I am awake

cuz I have far more jokes to take.

Here’s one:

“What did the dead bard say after getting crisped by a dragon? Just getting warmed up!”