Of Corpse

Born between
Urine and feces
Bless this mess
Featherless
Born between
Urine and feces
Bless this mess
Convalesced
In a pretty dress
While I robbed your ass
In a ski mask
I piss myself
Just to know that
I am no one else
Crushed to dust
A skeletal amount
Busted up
A pillar fell
A requiem to my poor health
Surrounded by so much wealth
What a way to go
I was wishing you well
When you fell into the sewers
Into the water with so much force
The river is a giver
So watch your mouth
Gave me the shivers when I tried to climb out
I fished myself out of an air hole
So let me catch my breath before I bellow
A calcified account of poison peril
Water borne blood clot or
The price you hoard of corpse