So this freakin’ dead guy keeps trying to control my brain
And I don’t understand a word he is saying
But I know exactly
What he wants
What he means and worse yet
What he wants me to do.
I just laugh
Because how do you say no to a dead guy?
It’s not like he is going to listen to you (or me!)
He’s certainly not going to do what I want
Since he obviously has the upper hand here,
Or maybe the lower hand if he is underground
In which case I would have the upper hand.
This would mean that I could possibly control
The dead guy.
But why would I want to do that?
It’s not as if I need the dearly departed to
Do my dirty work.
I’m not afraid of getting my hands mucked up
Since it is usually my words
That get me into trouble
I can’t rely upon some dead dude to undo
My words if he can’t talk.
It would be great if he could type, then maybe he could
Convince the offended that it was only a bad joke
Or a good joke gone bad
Either way, the more that I try to explain this to
The sulking spirit,
He starts to look more pale than usual for the lifeless.
Mr. Less-Than-Living no longer seems interested in controlling my mind
And a tad bit more confused than ever
Perhaps I should nap
So he can rest in peace…