I See Dead People

Where are all the dead people?
Why don't I ever see them?
They keep them tucked away out of sight
They know I'm scared to death of my own mortality
They want me to focus on other things
Like cell phones, cable television, and sports
Some go into the ground
Some go into an oven
Neither sounds too great to me
Being trapped under six feet of earth sounds hellish
So does being burnt till there's nothing left but ash
So what should be done with the meat suits?
My answer would be that we live forever
After awhile it would be crowded
There have been over 110 billion people who have lived on the earth
So I guess I don't have the answer
The good news is when I'm dead I won't care either way
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
Reading a book called Smoke Gets In Your Eyes. It is about a woman's job as an operator of a crematorium.

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bard76
very dark, a lot of depth...ur right! when your dead you dont give a f^&k...
Leony1510
Burnt my steak reading this i hope there's no dead people in my oven respect enjoyed reading ya writecheers
fjamesj9701
Good stuff as always McRad, never a disappointment the operating of your thoughts put into words…Cheers …Jessebeer
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