Bones and Groans: The Sloppy Grave Snatcher

And the basement.

And the kitchen.

Man, clean your room!

He’s a collector of the dearly departed,

But homie’s disorganized, shouldn’t have started.

A hundred guests and they’re all ghosting,

While he’s on the dark web daily boasting.

No respect for the dead, just a messy aesthetic,

Body parts piled up, it’s truly pathetic.

Found a skull in the sink, a rib in the rug,

He’s a sloppy-Joe ghoul with a grave-digging drug.

He’s the Sloppy Snatcher, the Bone Collector,

Needs a maid and a health inspector!

Dig ‘em up, stack ‘em high,

Underneath a cloudy sky.

One hundred bodies, zero feng shui,

Taking the trash-room to a whole new way!

Watch your step, don't trip on a tibia.

It’s getting weird, it’s getting trivia.

He didn’t want ‘em back, he wanted a hoard,

Now he’s facing the judge and looking real bored.

Rest in peace?

Nah, rest in pieces.

Check your locks before the stench increases.

Clean up on aisle nine...

and ten...

and forever.