Have you ever thought about morticians? Have you ever considered that regardless of their somewhat specialized grizzly occupation that they also have an entitlement to be loved for who they are?

Well they have my support, and this poem from the heart is dedicated “excuse the puns” to them & the services they provide (losely speaking)to the community.


Poem from the heart



I left my heart in San Francisco

I left my knives in Timbuktu

The teeth I sent off to forensics

But I only have eyes for you!!!

...I have a good friend who is a mortician, he has some hilarious moments he tells me...

A good profession to MEAT people