He looks so doggone nice

doesn't he?
Why, he just
radiates waves of
sweet, down-home,
country-style,
biscuits 'n' gravy love.
Only his diary knows
that his fondest wish
is to see the entire world
holding hands
in the sweet
brotherhood
of universal
rigor mortis.
He could finally
relax then.
It would finally stop
following him.
And he wouldn't have
to sing himself
to sleep
any more.