One day there will be a hearse, black coats and a verse
Someone else will read about dust and dust and how we must
Shed a tear for the end of your time here, but
I can’t say I won’t bring a kazoo to bid farewell 
Blow it to drown out the other’s boo’s, because 
I guess they never knew the you I knew
Asshole so profound, 
Ha, Ha, you’re dead and I am so happy now
I think birds will sing, babies will bring a middle finger 
To salute your picture on the obituary 
While I piss on your coffin lying stationary 
Down in your little empty hole, plenty big to fit a vapid soul                           
You had your family fooled wearing pimped out suits
Making corporate rules, donating your time 
To the eradication of listening to common sense and 
Persecuting appreciation like a Nazi genocide on compliments
So certain to keep your distance and firebomb any resistance 
Sabotage your own life just to spite me and my sentiments
Of love and genuine concern that betrayal was a better lesson learned 
Good riddance you emotional free-loading bastard
Incendiary dreams beautiful and fraught with an arsonist’s finger prints 
May I one day see you actually die of embarrassment 
By falling backwards onto a freeway to slump beneath a passing 
Dump truck as your family finally figures out your plastic secrets
As your years of chunky passive-aggressive accoutrements 
Pile on top of your rotting corpse left alone for days until 
Stray canines raffle off limbs like conciliation prizes for not 
Finding something more palatable in an open sewer
Gnawed away and stranded next to a jumble of cardboard boxes
In a hobo city where I can flip over a urine soaked T-Shirt to collect  
Your remnants to conduct a parody-filled mock-funeral 
Where I can invite your Ketamine injecting friends 
And cocaine snorting adulteresses to share a blow-job liqueur shot in your honor
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