Abigail a spooky ghost
Roams the world
Scares scores of people
Every halloween-like night
Enjoys her ghostly life
Doesn’t need to eat or drink
Doesn’t need to work
Doesn’t need anything
Except the joys of scaring people
And laughing at their horrified reactions
Her personal best scare was when
She scared her mean ex husband to death
Served the abusive bastard right
And she loved it when he went to hell
Trapped between heaven and hades
She feels feels happy as hell
Prefers to stay attached to the earth
And get her jollies with frights and mirth
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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