Most copious, Rain soak the opiates
Notice how the phobias appropriately procreate
Woke up with a ghost farm focused on his groceries
When they aren't telling stories, they are multiplying grossly
on the lawn Let 'em loiter, never let 'em spawn
The apparitions have been drinking this water for too long
So when they gather by the birdbath in the morning he will tell 'em
"I mean no disrespect, but you have all outstayed your welcome."
Interesting, in a sense... Interrupt commiserating phantoms on your picket fence
How quickly they will lift their heads And breathe an ultimatum like, "The dead don't argue."
Said, "You're living by the bayonet, but how alive are you?
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