Skeleton Poem by Frieda Lumpkins

Skeleton



Oh what wicked webs some weave
So much so, a lot would not believe
Has anyone thought to ask?
Is that your face or is it a mask

I hear some bones knocking, hard on that door
Hold on tight to that knob, that skeleton is going to hit the floor
Mask flies off, and there is no skin to hide behind
Damn.....nobody there to make you shine

Bones rattle loud, when they are in that closet
You will know this, after you have lost it
Lost it on the floor, skeleton flies to pieces
And don't ask, you want need any braces

So when you feel, you have to run your mouth
Always remember those skeletons fall south
No tape or glue will put you back together
You will be like that forever and ever

And always remember don't call my name
Because this old girl, wont play your game

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