Gone through life, treated her with delight
Every time I gave a rose even when I won the f***t
She comes often and it is such a sight
But them flowers she brings are thrown to the right
I trust she was a bad pitch, but this seems off
I try to envision why the pollen seems to scoff
Looking back, was it because on her I did cough
But when I look back I just see the trough
Waiting every night, but the flowers never come
They bounce around, I just want one
She looks at me, then spits out a pun
In death I am mocked, is this just for fun
Sensing the direction I wait to bid my time
The sense of urgency I deflected heavens shine
In the graveyard I stayed, and it feels sublime
I just want them poppies with a side of lime
The next day approaches and the flowers land on me
Then someone picks them up and tosses them to the tree
Hey wait it was her, is she trolling the deceased
I sense that shirt, I gave it to her made of fleece
Nudging and prodding, I dig into the minds
Of those surrounding my decaying Grime
Wait is that my coworker, that she cheated on me in kind
Ya he ended his life, then tried to end mine
Wait is that why I am here, did she place my rest
I don't know where it began, but I feel it in my chest
My heart starts to b**t again, but my mouth screams in detest
I guess now I am a zombie, and I seek her flesh
I break out the grave, she shouts and screams
My rotten flesh is falling out of my jeans
I grab the flowers that should have been for my dreams
Then go back in my resting place, stolen valor my themes
The News came up next, they dug me back up
Tried to pry the flowers from my undead husk
But the grip is too strong, and I bit them because
I want to smell them, their decaying fuzz
Soon after I here the rupturing dirt
More chatter around, my neighbors unearth
Seems she made a mistake, when she chose to flirt
Now the earth all zombies and my flowers put in the work