Living Isn't A Joke.

This Razor Sharp Needle
Goes Into My Head.
It Locks Away
The Thought's Of The Dead.

"Any Question's?"
The Preacher Man Applauds.
"You Can Say What You Feel -
In The House Of God."

"Is It Right To Love The Dead?"
I Yell From My Seat.
"Or Are My Loved One's,
Just Rotting Meat?"

"Is This World Fun? -
Because I Say It's Dull."
"And Is There A Meaning,
To A Guardian Angel?"

The Preacher Stands Tall,
With A Smile On His Face.
"My Dearest Child......
You Are A Disgrace."

The Crowd Gives A Chuckle.
My Mother - A Choke.
But What The Preacher Failed To Realize
Was It Wasn't A Joke.