Monday, December 26, 2005

Poem: Mr. Flue's Grave At Hillcrest Cemetery In Kent, Washington

Planted here is the victim of our best pranks
Who tried but never caught up with us (thanks!)

Magic mushrooms pop up around his grave
That you could never eat and still feel safe

Nurtured in the soil of his bones and rage
It would be like a room with Death or a cage.

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