My skeletons came out of the closet today.
from the looks on thier faces,it was clear
they had something too say.
The leader of all my skeleton pals
pushed his way through the others
they all called him Sal.
He took a step toward me
what a strange little walk
he lit up a smoke
and said we gotta talk.
He looked very tired
In a state of despair.
He said
Calm yourself down girl
It's too crowded In there.
Reason for writing:
I thought It was a neat Idea, for the skeletons too
complain about closet space.
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