Poem -

Dead To The World Wide Web

Dead To The World Wide Web

(any resemblance to the following and
living persons iz purely coincidental)

Family, friends, and
strangers didst weep
when my brutally
murdered gagged and

bound distended corpse
put to eternal sleep
unbeknownst to homicide deep
pill lore hubble

killer, said murderer,
would sow what he did reap
on the deadly war holy jeep
purrs, cow path

this angry ghost
effortlessly held scented rag
to choke, a keep
sake squeezing out breath

from my corporeal flesh
with maggots didst creep
still adrip when bled,
to death, now enshrouded

in black hoodie,
and scythe leant lee
cackled with grateful dread
enroute to pay the

killer man moments ago
took hoof on
horse back fled
in hot pursuit destination,

albeit unknown,
yet aye twill find
trumpeting psychopath,
and quickly dismember

off with his head,
thus equipped with
keen bloodhound find
ding needle in hay

stack instinctive second nature
vengeance casually,
I hapt lee ghoul
lucky did allay

fresh trail scented out lay
boring haphazard way
word ness after gray
beard i.e. yours

truly he did slay
no matter wiseacre, may
be goot headstart, said jay
bird haint gonna

be twittering furlong,
cuz tell trail (and tail) flay
ming signs, he didst betray
noon the wiser hoo ray

bethought to brush
meticulously (cover) tracks
over most likely today
will merely (and merrily delay)

this phantom of neigh (nee)
and dearth all giving away
hideout, now tis
my turn, I didst inveigh
asper his final "say"

perhaps with ghost to
(gusto) hollering as no weigh
to hex press me excitement
thrusting sword
into his heart yay!
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