When you are finally dead.

Written as an exercise during a creative writing class at uni.

When  you are finally dead

When you are finally dead,

Please,

come
back as a zombie,

So
I can put a bullet through your brain,

I
would so enjoy your red blood rain.

Or,

Maybe,

 Perhaps,

a
vampire.

You
drained me

With
your heartless abuse.

I’ve
got a couple of sharp stakes,

Reserved,

Especially
for you.

Please don’t spoil it by getting cremated.

Don’t
get buried in the earth.

You’ve
already wasted too much space.

 I don’t want to ruin a decent pair of shoes

Dancing
on your grave.

(My
God, the queue for that would be huge.)

When
you are finally dead,

I
doubt you’ll be missed.

We
will hold a celebratory wake,

At
which me and my mates,

Can
get completely trashed

And
we won’t even mention your name.

When
you are finally dead. 

The End

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