Don't the dead have boring days, <br />Dull plans; they're in a haze, <br />Halitosis, their eyes are glazed. <br />Instead of moving, they just laze. <br /> <br />The dead don't make excuses <br />For what's not done; there are no ruses. <br />The dead only have old bruises. <br />They're not taking any cruises. <br /> <br />The dead don't have love affairs, <br />And they never put on airs. <br />If they were smart, now it's not there. <br />The thing that they do best is stare. <br /> <br />The dead think they are so urbane; <br />They are, if you ignore the stains; <br />They never wax, they only wane: <br />Sometimes I think they're all insane. <br /> <br />Being dead's a formal thing; <br />People come and someone sings, <br />All the phones and doorbells ring- <br />But no one knows just what it means?<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-the-dead-have-boring-days/
