Body Farm Blues by Bob Mann
Some people want to go to heaven after they die. Others seem determined to go to hell. But me--I want to go to The Body Farm! Send me off to the body farm When I've moved to the cold from warm Plant me in that acre by the U of Tennessee Where grad A's research forensic athropology Lay me in the sunshine, let me swell like a balloon It's the only way I'll ever make a college coed swoon Send me off to the body farm When I've gone past the reach of harm Botflies' paying homage when I'm flexible and new Beetles' gorging orgies when I'm green, putrescent goo. Make my corpse a datum when I'm good and dead and gone It's the only way I'll ever make a college coed groan Send me off to the body farm When I've garnered a corpse's charm Wrap me up in gasoline and cook me 'til I'm done Stuff me in a car trunk, locked away from breeze and sun Leave me there until I molt adipoceric cream It's the only way I'll ever make a college coed scream Send me off to the body farm Where the flies and the maggots swarm. Putrescene, cadaverene will foul and green the air As I shrivel down to bones and leathered hide and hair Dried remains will still retain a fungal final meal It's the only way I'll ever make a college coed squeal
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About
the Author
Bob Mann grew up in West Monroe, Louisiana. In 1986, he received his Masters Degree in Chemistry from Louisiana Tech University. He has lived in the Houston area since 1989, where he works as a chemist in the hazardous waste industry. Along the way he has been a janitor, waiter, laborer, forklift operator, printer, mud logger, ER lab technician, water treatment chemist, and finally a hazardous materials chemist. He has published one ebook/POD sci fi novel, Kriglem. |