My Afterlife

When I die,

Forget the light--

I'm staying right here.

My spirit will hide

In the cupboard, behind the crackers,

Moaning

And making a godawful racket.

Just try and stop me

Just try and stop me.

I'll be sitting in a mixing bowl

Like a girl moses

Except dead

But not;

I'll make the kitchen

My haunting spot.

And the new lady who lives here,

Her dog will howl

HOW-OW-OWL

Cos there's a cat in the cupboard

'Cept not.

It will be a ghost in the pantry

And that ghost will be

Me.

In the midnight

When the moon's right,

When men have left her itchy,

I'll kiss her in the kitchen

Try and stop me

Try and stop me.

And she'll either

Move out in the morning

With her dog and her belongings,

Or she'll feel as if she knows

It's all those eggs she broke

Come back for their revenge

In the end.

'Cept not.

It was me,

Girl moses floating into her world

Like the caramel swirl in the ice cream she came down for in the first place.

She'll either

Move out in the morning

Or join me in my moaning

HOW-OW-OWL...

Try and stop us.

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artwork by Siphen