Ghosts

by joseph santacruz   Jul 13, 2012


It is said nine lives has a cat
all these pussys are jealous of me because I have more than that.
I was living on the edge of the edge, in the gutter face down
the grim reaper visited me was disgusted and turned me down.
I've cheated death many times this is a known fact
something to do with the crazy way I always seem to act.
Running amok, twenty four seven until the wheels fall off
some one stop this crazy ride Im looking to get off.
Im quickly using up all my numbered days
and Im going downstairs if I dont change my ways.
when I pass away I need to ask this riddle
will I be a ghost stuck between heaven and hell in the middle?
If I must be a ghost roaming the earths lands
can I please be a ghost haunting Disneyland?
-Santacruz-

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