The nurse walks in
With a ballpoint pen
She has bad news
But I refuse [to hear it]
She storms out in rage
But leaves behind her fair page
"Page," I murmured,
"deliver the bad news."
He glances at the report
And dies
I look and see on my own
My grief must have shown
I am out eating, I spot a
roast
I mistake it for a toast
Butter it up
Get jelly from a cup
The ghost of the roast
Hates me the most
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