R.I.P.

In the grave yard, where the dead people lay.
there are some coffins that are gray.
some brand new, some old.
people lay there as stone and gold.
when i walk through a play that quit.
it scares me like a riot.
so that was the last i'll ever go.
but the dead people sneak for a peak.
then they go back to fall asleep.

i worte that when i was in 5th grade. i thought it wasn't so bad...

chancy