it all happens

[revolutionR]

it all happens in the blink of you eye
and we wonder and we want to know why
never laugh when a hearse goes by
was a line in a verse they learned as a child
they did not teach it in school I was no fool
I knew what and what was not cool
I imagine there were lots of little scary ditties
that were passed down from each generation
that you got from some other kid when you hid
from the big people that told you the golden rule
but who laugh when a hearse goes by, some idiot
that crosses they fingers and whistles in they dark
maybe it really was, never laugh when a curse goes by
because superstition is just as powerful as it ever were
and the nature of things is just as strange as it ever was
a curse is a curse is a curse and nobody makes one up
cause is you think you are the one to do it, to hoodoo it
then you don't get the real thing that is it all about
it's not about Coka cola, about Jesus or Mickey mouse
you don't do no curse it do you, through you from them
and so the next line goes...cause you might be
the next one to die, youz better not laugh, ya hear?
cause it might be you last laugh, or do youz want to have
the last laugh, to laugh longest and hardest at another's
fate, it's not too late to curb the nervous cortle, hehehe
may haps you might have recourse to take a pause,
and find your composure in the passing life that they passed
and even if they laughed when it was their turn, you got to
teach it to learn, cause they wrap up in a bloody sheet
or the sheet might not be bloody, but if they were shot
or knifed then it could very well be, especially if it was
murder, and it was done by some copper or secret agents
could just be some local thief or madman, in any case
they will throw you in a hole six fee deep, if you are lucky
depends on how fast they dig the hole, by hole they means
grave, but remember oh sweet reader, a hole is a hole
and a grave is a grave, if they throw you in a hole
they are not putting you in yourz grave, they is some kind
of distinction here, because the next line says, after a week
all is well, lo! do tell, that there is some gestation period
before, next line, then the coffin starts to creep, it's getting
creepy now, maybe it originally was coffin starts to creek
or leak, or speak, or reek, or freak, but getting back to creep
you have to be one to laugh at this somber lesson of tales
in tales, cause...the bugs go in the bugs go out, the worms
play pinochle on your snout, they play a card game on you nose
this cautionary little poem ends with a silly card game
that involves tricks and perhaps treats, maybe it could be
never snicker when a harlot walks by, you might be the one to cry
they put you in her hole for a fee deep and you little worm will creep
if you stay a week and all will not be well, they will gyp you, oh die!

[Doreen Peri]

I love love love this. Read it 2x.

[revolutionR]

Doreen, Doreeeeeeeen, a little day of the dead fun,

the other part, I just remembered was , then your stomach turns a gushy green
and comes out like whipping cream, and here I am like a goon with out my spoon.

I should add that on the end of the poem, with some more commentary.