Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

A Terrible Poem About Death

If I die before I wake,
I have some stuff that you can take
My books, please give them to a school
My money, give it to a fool

The gas mask: that goes to the pope
And I don’t care who smokes my dope
My art can go to Johnny Tesh
My liver is for Phillip Lesh

Save my eyeballs for the blind
If Dr. Lecter wants my mind
Then he can eat it with a fork
A dickless man can have my dork

And take my bed: it’s clean and made
My ceiling, too, so you’ll have shade
All that I have, possessions so various
Just please someone look in on Precarious.

4 Comments

  1. Now that’s just beautiful, man, and since you posted it, I’m assuming that you survived your procedure. Hope it went well, gave you good results, and involved nice drugs, however fleetingly.

  2. Luther Von Baconson

    March 29, 2017 at 12:15 pm

    grand!

  3. Luther Von Baconson

    March 29, 2017 at 2:37 pm

    .

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