Call the ravens in, cawing flailing wings

Haul my pale and limp remains in the grave and since

I’m waiting been, contemplating things

False awakenings, wash my face again

I’m no longer a boy, mom

Growing up to be a part of the soil, lawn

Not playing with the cards of my choice, on

My paranoia poise, pardon my moist palms

I wonder if the dapper men

In black and blue uncover my cadaver when

The neighbors smell the maggots and

Then tell the badgers ‘bout the sense stabbing acrid stench

I wake up and I’m dead

I wake up and I’m dead

I wake up and I’m dead

I never really woke up, did I?