The greatest love song ever puddled

I sing in verse,
As I drag behind mine own hearse,
years after the heartstrings twanged,
so many years after i first told you:
I want your back-fat.

The dusty pail hangs creaking on the woodside lawn
jack o lanterns hang dust-filled,
snaking grazers, of pick-eyed moldy bones
cattle raisers from hell,
But when the bell tolls,
i smile back to our time:
when I wanted your back-fat.

so the wagon wore,
drove the hornets a-flitterin,
tweety pied in the black summer,
this was the yellowest of noons,
as my body, baked and burnished, burnt alive for the last few
and I dazed hazed slipped into focus momentarily:
track your back-fat.

So said the fat cats:
and the polymers:
and the Geezus-bearing boybands:
and the lazy raven that languished in green pools:
damn you damsel, fair frethren,
I hap no teep to chew wip.