Now that I’m dead

  My time I take

  to enjoy myself

  As I awake

  What do my dead bones want today?

  To while my afterlife away?

  First, a laugh, to wake from dozing

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  “I’m a composer who is decomposing!”

  And, with wracking laughs I’m racking up

  more puns and jokes, and cracking up

  And cackling fit to crack my skull

  And of myself I’m very full.

  And good-humored, filled with glee

  I turn my eyeless skull to see

  if now I wish to rise and do,

  or if I wish to rest, and be.

  each day of my eternity,

  there’s just two things I *have* as tasks

  awake, then sleep. My sole two jobs.

  The rest is all an extra ask.

  “Do I want to do?” I ask

  And listen to the silent words

  of my curse-ed two-tasked soul

  If now it wants to add a third.

  I died and now I am awake

  cuz I have far more jokes to take.

  Here’s one:

  “What did the dead bard say after getting crisped by a dragon? Just getting warmed up!”