by Nick Gisburne
New taxes on the ectoplasm trade
Infuriate the ghosts who haunt the mines
No spook accepts the deal the demons made
Cadavers storm a séance with their spines
And standing (floating) far above the crowd
With cryptic meanings mediums know well
A spectre in a ‘Dark Souls Matter’ shroud
Pays tribute to the working class of Hell
With exorcism problems unresolved
The spirit world defends the damned with pride
But legal rights are easily dissolved
When all of the participants have died
From midnight, apparitions work to rule
And overtime is banned for every ghoul
