Rising From The Dead

Stop! stop! stop!
Chopo! chop! chop!
Stop singing little chap,
count the candles from the shop,

Frightened over my little punch,
opining the grave on my way to lunch,
I will sit on the couch not a bench,
life in hell is a little tense.

Not finished yet.

poem by Dickson Mseti
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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