Let the kids
poke me
with sticks
and throw rocks
at my head.
Let them
talk
to me
and become friends
with my corpse.
Let them
do
whatever
they want
to me.
What would I care
if I'm dead?
Keep your money.
Spend mine.
I don't need
a fancy funeral
with hundreds of
starving for attention
mourners
crying,
disturbing my soul's
beauty sleep.
No embalming either.
Let the worms
clear me out.
Let the kids
dig the worms
right out of me
and use them
as bait
to catch fish
with their pedophile uncle.
Do
absolutely
whatever
you
wish.
Just don't waste anymore
time
over something
as useless
as my corpse.
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