'' They'Ll Be Dropping One On You '' Poem by Bri Mar

Some people live to create havoc,
There aims are causing scandals,
Among this group of degenerates are,
Those I'll call graveyard vandals.

They topple our stones and ornaments,
Destruction is what they crave,
But in reality they're just imbeciles,
Who else would destroy someone's grave?

They dropp their kegs regardless,
They urinate on our stones,
The stench is quite disgusting,
It can't be good for our bones.

They allow their pets to roam our land,
As they sit and drink their beer,
They desecrate our holy ground,
They destroy everything we hold dear.

They truly are a breed apart,
Their morals are straight from a sewer,
They should all be taken out and shot,
Then hung on the end of a skewer.

This also applies to those who think,
We are just their pets latrine,
If we did the same in your backyard,
I bet you wouldn't be so keen.

How would you like to be fouled upon?
I bet you'd make a fuss,
So why on Earth do you come in here,
Then proceed to foul on on us.

There are those who think they cause no harm,
As they exercise their dog,
By walking away and leaving their mess,
You are treating us like a bog.

So think before you toilet in here,
Please try and show some grace,
This is not an outside loo,
It's our final resting place.

One day soon your clock will stop,
That's when you should feel fear,
For it's more or less a certainty,
You'll be laid to rest in here.

As your mates above wreck the place,
You'll think that's so uncouth,
But don't forget you did the same,
When you were but a youth.

As your friends and pets are doing their bit,
You can no longer cause ado,
As you lie there looking up at them,

‘' They'll Be Dropping One You ''