It  Ain't Nice, Mama

Coming from within the grave
I heard the screaming,  
scratching like cats  
 
It ain't nice, mama,
to send me to bed
without supper
 
Painting a gloomy picture,
rising to the occasion,
that you think being dead sucks  
 
But that is the price you pay,
for taking away my porn  
and my smartphone  
 
No more homework or geometry,
or listening to you gripe,
because I ate dad's Cheetos
 
As I filled the jacuzzi
with sharp teeth piranha,  
so you could go skinny dipping  
 
It ain't nice, mama,
to send me to bed
without supper