Buffet

My coffins looking tired and worn.
A slight collapse by my feet,
The soil pops in to say hello.
Mr and Mrs worm will arrive shortly,
They need to hurry, Get a Riggle on,
The feeding frenzy is in full flow.
The blackout I can take with ease,
But the noise these guests are making
is keeping me awake this endless night,
Even my feasting bug buddies are thinking
of leaving eye socket avenue.
The free buffet has all but been consumed.

I expected a big crowd.
I was not let down.