I want no one there who knew me
find a young crew of miscreants
to do the deed: they can drink their suds,
play soccer with an empty can
carry out my plebeian plan,
as long as they dump me
in a shallow hole--I don’t want
the buzzards to tire of the dig
I want no one there to say my name
or utter some sap like,
’tis a shame, the old guy’s gone
just have them ram that shovel
hard into the devil’s dirt
wipe off the well earned sweat
with a glove covered hand
I don’t want bubbles
on sissies' palms, to be my
blistered legacy
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
I want no one there who knew me
find a young crew of miscreants
to do the deed: they can drink their suds,
play soccer with an empty can
carry out my plebeian plan,
as long as they dump me
in a shallow hole--I don’t want
the buzzards to tire of the dig
I want no one there to say my name
or utter some sap like,
’tis a shame, the old guy’s gone
just have them ram that shovel
hard into the devil’s dirt
wipe off the well earned sweat
with a glove covered hand
I don’t want bubbles
on sissies' palms, to be my
blistered legacy
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