DEAR LOVER
It's my funeral already
So let's make a cake
That's what lovers do right?
The cemetery will make a good kitchen
A countless shovelfulls of sand
A wooden rectangular cake pan
The earth will be the oven
And my carcass the dough
The real cake is me
Six feet deep
Meanwhile
My tombstone is just a well designed icing
Leaving sweet memories for my mourners.
DEAR LOVER...
I'm at the gate of heaven
God asked me to describe the mortal that sent me here
So I'll do it in just two lines
I tell him you are so handsome that his Angels would fall for you
But if hell had half the darkness in your heart, the devil would repent.
© Ifiokobong Etuk
( KING of the QUILL )
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