Bet you really didn’t know,

I have long been dead,

A tag affixed to my big toe,

Hence the name you know, ED…

Its cold down here,

Bet you thought warm it would be,

Not talkin’ bout hell,

Couldn’t get in, sold out like it was free…

My grave still my crib,

Bars on my windows,

I still live in a cell,

While something nibbles at my right rib…

A part of me still grasping at life,

Died while under the knife,

At my wake they played the fife,

My imagination quite, as they say, rife…

© ed 4/8/06