Funny Hats

Dead. Deal. Dolt. Dole.
Hole. Whole. Heap. Peep. Creep.
Crawl. Beg. Utter. Shutter. Shudder.
Sunder.

The dead have never struck a deal.
They cannot sing to hear
Nor cry to laugh nor see their way to feel.
And dolts are no more better
While seeking gainful occupation
Pursuing doles inside of holes
From churches' indoctrination.
Receiving sinners' sins and pates,
A heap of bodies awaiting mates
Peeping creepily from among the shores
They cannot crawl from you anymore
They beg and barter, pawning souls
Uttering pious hymns while they are consoled
By stuttering men in funny hats
Who shutter any friendly spates
All the while I start to shudder.
As the world begins to sunder.