billy loved apple pie
billy died on a sunday
and he never did get a proper
burial. fact is, nobody
knew exactly what happened
to his remains.
a bunch of his buddies
decided to get together one day
and followed a funeral procession
on foot. they were well equipped
with beer on ice
and hash under glass,
not to mention a few packs of smokes.
when the preacher finished
anointing the grave
with oils and incense,
someone beyond the bushes
cracked a joke
about how billy used to love
to smell his finger
after he’d got some.
nobody was ever sure
who really got buried that day,
but everyone knew
soon there would be pie.
march two thousand thirteen
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