a grave solution

the corpse woke up with a raging hard on

and found that his left hand was gone

for between happy chomps and hearty chews

malignant maggots had munched it through

he grimaced and turned to the other side

and promptly wished he’d again had died

for the fingers that were to be on his right

was similarly and sadly out of sight

oh how he cursed the wretched worms

pondered passionately about his surfeit sperm

throbbing and tense, thus did he mull

till a grin soon spread across his skull

for he realized that within these coffined walls

what he lacked in limb he made up in balls

and so with a flippant toss and a flirty lob
he detached his head for a self blow job.

ram cobain