I met a ghost in the cemetary
where I often go to dine
I asked the fellow how he was
he said he's feeling fine
he said he'd come to watch me eat
and begged a piece of bread
I told him that was ludicrous
I wouldn't feed the dead
he asked why I came there then
each morning for my lunch
if not to feed the spirits there
on supernatural punch?
I said I had no need for dead
discourses such as this --
but, to confess the truth, you know
I would be quite remiss
were I to fail to mention here
my time herein was meant
to spend the hours that, with the quick,
would be much better spent
he laughed and slapped me on the back
(his hand went out my chest)
and told me that I'd found my home
among the dead at last
I looked down at my tuna fish
and down upon my Coke
and wondered if the spirit thought
he'd made some kind of joke
but as I rose to take my leave
I realized my fate:
The cemet'ry walls had been bricked up
and they'd soldered closed the gate

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I saw a ghost, and it reminded me that I should take my leave for awhile, if
not for good. I've tried to cold turkey before, but like the proverbial moth,
I keep coming back. Well, here I go again... Nothing specific happened, I just
realized it's probably time for a change, which means leaving for a bit, if
not for good. We'll see. Anyway, FWIW, this is my little going-away present.
Anyone who wants to keep in touch, my email is brighn@yahoo.com

Dude, you really need to get laid.

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