Honey and Olives, Somber and Sober

I like to snack on olives

I like healthy treats

But, hon, do you even care

What a dead man eats

It’s midnight, I remember now

Knew a man who drove a hearse

Always happy, day in, day out

Carrying the dead’s no curse

High noon, I forget the time

I met a dead man once, a dunce

He walked with another’s legs

Feet backward, missed the chance to dance

See, a dead one walks

While the living rest

The sky could be loud

When you are not blessed

And it seems I lost my way here

My pen knows not north

Olives and honey do not mix

That’s the truth henceforth