HI MY NAME IS T.S. ELIOT CAN U HEAR ME
I’M TRYING TO TEXT U FROM WHEREVER I’M BURIED
I DON’T HAVE A MOBILE TELEPHONE YET SO U HAVE TO BEAR WITH
WANTED TO SHARE A BIT ABT LIFE AFTER DEATH FOR POETS AT LEAST
IT’S NOT WHAT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE IT SUCKS
I’M NOT SURE WHERE I AM AND I CAN’T GET CAPS LOCK OFF
FOR SOME REASON THERE’S A POSTER OF MATT DAMON IN MY CASKET
WHY I DO NOT KNOW SRSLY THERE’S ALSO SOME INCENSE
IT’S LIKE A SHRINE IN HERE BUT NOT TO ME EXACTLY
I ALWAYS PICTURED THIS AS MORE LIKE A COCKTAIL PARTY
BUT THIS AIN’T THAT SO LET ME JUST SAY IF UR LISTENING
I HOPE U NEVER HAVE TO COME HERE BC IT’S JUST WEIRD
WHAT I REALLY WANT NOW IS TO COME BACK TO LIFE AND SAY SOMETHING DROLL
I JUST WANT TO BE HESITANT ABT THE BIG QUESTIONS AGAIN
LIKE IS THERE LIFE AFTER DEATH, WHAT IS ART, ETC
BUT I CAN’T EVEN MOVE AND THERE’S NO FOOD
HEY IF U CAN HEAR ME TAP TWICE
UGGH THIS IS JUST BORING SOMEONE PLEASE LET ME OUT