Just caught in a coffin
Minor, temporary problem..
Scratching and clawing
Soften the rotten wood box I'd fought not to got in.
Just caught in a coffin
Sweating thru cotton shroud
Sawdust cloud causing me to be coughing.
Just about to fade out, be forgotten,
Leave this Earth, not allowed,
Even at saving my own fur I'm worthless.
So, do I deserve this?
Sir, answer this.
I'll change my ways.
Encourage, nervous no one heard.
Shifting weights dumped my body during my funeral service,
It's so absurd.
Stood up, untucked my shirt
And made my way to the curb.
No longer caught in a coffin.
Not caught in a coffin.