Preparing you for a final ride
I looked at you and then I sighed
Then laid us down side by side
To talk to you and ask you why
You had to die and ascend to the sky

While your blood descends below
What was once a life force
Now a gelatin flow
Traced to a direct blow
To the top of your skull
And now I'm to cover the hole in the hull

Your family gave you clothing so garish
And jewelry brash
To view you once more before you were gone in a flash
Paying your penance in a fight over cash.

Sir, I'll have you know that wherever you go,
You won't need to put on a show for the others that are
Six feet below...
So,
I'm taking a trophy rest assured for good use
To put in my pockets
I knew you wouldn't refuse.

A token of services rendered.
If you can't play, you gotta pay.