Just Because I Can’t Take It With Me Doesn’t Justify Your Shenanigans, Kevin!

If I were to die tomorrow

And my body just rotted away

And I lived as a ghost

With no body for a host

Even though I never got all old and gray

I would be irked. That’s certain.

But I think that as I crossed the bridge

From Earth to Hell or Heaven

I’d think of my roommate Kevin

And hope he wouldn’t steal my food out of the fridge.

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