Skeleton and the Graveyard Shift

My bones are sore and cracky,
this coffee goes right through me,
this schedule makes me whacky,
and it's much too dark to see!

My friends, they all are buried,
But I work all through the night!
I have no time to be scary
because I work when there's no light!

I miss the days when I was young and nighttime was for haunting,
A good kid-scaring in the dark is all that I've been wanting.
But I have to work the graveyard shift before I can rest my bones,
to pay the debt that I am due for taking out those loans.

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