the old grey mare she ain’t what she used to be
i patted the ground and told her: you can do it!
she who’d been dead for mere weeks you can do it!
you can be dead with aplomb with grace
with the fabulous jewellry +sunglasses we buried you with
(i didn’t realize we couldn’t bring them back up EVER
until it was too late) but you need them to enter those pearly gates
the takeaway guy Mordecai was worried about graverobbers
+started spouting ancient Egyptian liturgy at which point
i hoofed him
it was quite a scene you 5 foot ten M. 4 foot 3 and he thought
he could lift you up up up onto a gurney with wings gore at
that point you hoofed him and gave him that laugh
the one that drips of: you don’t even have a real job! u consummate
loser! you bum! touch me + i bruise you don’t touch me + i bruise
you anyway
stay away from the dead lady
maven +repose-rictus
leave the deadalone go on +get a real job! an education +a cleanjacket
ie., not from Ayla Kebetzka’s yorn my kids left me in this shithole all
Moishe Zukhanim +tea like pishuchtz
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..my family makes the hottest tea! ..
Spring 2024 ..April 4th 100..kicking butt in heaven..
songanddancegirl 