I thought this one was pretty funny and it has some nice rhymes. It's from a mini series of poems I wrote about certain types of people missing the one thing they need most.
"Deceased Feast"
Oh hallowed be thy name
When they finish playing this game
And discover the final note
They’ll push the buttons on the remote
So stars will eat streetlamps
And zombies will aspire for dirty tramps
To summon the evil presence
That calls forth the silence
From my toy box to my death bed
Searching for a new head
Crumbling under the weight
Of an outlandish first date
Feeding upon human gelatin
Uniting the army of skeletons
To burn witches at the stake
And bury girls under lakes
Straying far from the great steeple
They devour all the innocent people
Thus trading entrails become habitual
Under the bloody sheets of this ritual
[The Lustful One deprived of self-control]
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