My Head Was Shaped Like a Jug

I got booed because I was dead.
It was the toughest convention I’d ever been to.
I vowed to never go to another, which was easy
because I was dead.
I packed up all my ice cream
but forgot to tell the trees
I was leaving on the next train, but it never
showed up. I was stuck here for quite some time,
doing laundry that wasn’t even mine.

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