Mortuary Commissary

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Spending money at a,

Mortuary Commissary,

Where change is strange,

and Halloween Spooky Ghost Scary.

Swinging Axes of Taxes,

in every Dormitory Gory Story,

When nothing's on your Book,

Faces left in a Dreary Teary Worry.

Prices are higher buried,

under 7 point 25 percent plus Feet,

Two bucks and a shuck,

on a short bar of Candy Treat.

1.

The list goes on and on,

like a run on sentence Song,

Better keep some Skrilla,

or you won't get a Dial Tone.

And on that inside ride,

no Walmart or Dollar Tree,

Just empty Docket Pockets,

at a Mortuary Commissary.

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2.

Three meals a Day on a Stray,

not enough what you Say,

Hey and the Truck for the Bucks,

on a twice a week calendar Display.

Doesn't come this way often,

but you better have Pay,

For in the Tomb rooms,

stomach growls heard very Loud-Lay.

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3.

Like beep beep Roadrunner,

the Coyote wants to Eat,

But in the Looney Tunes,

the spoon comes on Repeat.

With reruns at the time,

of a remote channel Turn,

But in the Mortuary Commissary,

nothing but a Cemetery Earn.

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