Dem Bones - Creature Feature

Please don’t be alarmed

I got the heart of a child

It’s actually one of many

That I’ve slowly compiled

You have looks to die for

And a brain to match

I promise to remove it all

Without a scratch

Dem Bones!

Lest we forget

About your ravishing eyes

I’d love to see them both

Immaculately excised!

Now whatcha got hiding

Under all that meat?

I don’t believe

That beauty’s only skin deep

We all amass ghosts of our past

I display mine under glass

Perfection is fleeting

Commence the bleeding

And now I must propose

We Dig Dem Bones!

I bid you welcome, my guest

I have something to get off my chest

I am a fan of some degree of curiosities

Now now!

Don’t you fret

I have a spot for all of my guests

On the mantel or the bookcase

I can always make some space

All the beauty of out days

A shame its got to wither away

You’ll live on, rest assured

And forever be preserved

From here on in

You shall never age

Formaldahyde

Will keep those effects at bay

A piece of my collection

Always on display

An object to admire

Like a lost monet

Everybody shuns their skeleton

And hides it from all the fun

Elbow grease and soap

Will remove your pulp

And it will polish like a stone

When I scrub Dem Bones!

I bid you welcome, my guest

I have something to get off my chest

I am a fan of some degree of curiosities

Now now!

Don’t you fret

I have a spot for all of my guests

On the mantel or the bookcase

I can always make some space

All the beauty of out days

A shame its got to wither away

You’ll live on, rest assured

And forever be preserved

Well is there something wrong with me?

I prefer my friends deceased

Disassembled and put on display

Deep inside the hallowed halls

Your bones will decorate the walls

Safe from inevitable decay

You’ll soon agree that life is better

Without all that pesky leather

Skin is overrated, can’t you see?

Would you prefer to rot and mold?

In a grave that’s damp and cold

Or join my esteemed menagerie

Or you could choose to just grow old

Journey into the unknown

Spend your last breath all alone

Death waiting to lash out

Or will you become history

Or a sight for all to see

You must believe when I decree

Its what’s inside that counts

We all amass ghosts of our past

I display mine under glass

Perfection is fleeting

Commence the bleeding

And now I must propose

We Dig Dem Bones!

Bones!

Bones!

Bones!

Scrub Dem Bones!