Jestah Jest's Alive & Well; Ain't No Such Thing As Clowny Hell

When I died, I woke up alive,

To warped chimes of mourning tines;

A world dry of your mind's fresh pearls,

A timeline bereft of your rhymes.

When you died, you woke up alive;

Hurlin' lines with your girls and guys,

Their whorls of sighs and blythe roars whirl;

But find one less Queen in your hive.

When we die, let's wake up alive;

Where we purl our lithe words online.

Squirrel this tight, inside your neurals:

There, you'll spy this butterfly's prime.