My regards to all the ghosts
Bored enough to boast
Of dying in some godforsaken way.

Odd you ever thought forever
Would be the way to sever
Yourself from dearest, dullest day-to-day.

So now you go on haunting
Thinking that you’re flaunting
The horrors of unliving on display.

The truth is that you’re tedious,
Seemingly the neediest
Dead to ever try to spread dismay.

Our regards to all you ghosts,
Bland as coldest toast,
But figure something else out we all say.