A couple days ago, I miscarried.
Just a little blob covered in red.
Now they tell me it’s got to be buried.
Bad enough my zygote child is dead.
Fetus funerals are the law in Texas.
Strange new rules now suddenly abound.
Bring it to the graveyard in a Lexus.
Throw it with some flowers in the ground.
Priest will eulogize our little Cletis.
They suggested that it have a name.
We just made a guess it’s a boy fetus.
This whole system seems a bit insane.
Plan is when the ceremony ends,
we’ll go out to breakfast with some friends.
And, as this crazed situation begs,
we’ll all order sunny side up eggs.