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Do not eulogize me-down
size me-up
seize me-in
relieve me-off or on
re-live me-over
When I am dead and gone in the ground
From this heaving, hassle-filled
Gyring awry muck-ball called
Earth: the planet
the globe that's
Got You and Got Me
All tied-up and bound for the ride
Of our lives-while we ARE ALIVE.
But and once I am gone
once I have
"Shuffled off this mortal" toil and trouble--
DO NOT YOU DARE TO "eulogize me" for:
ALL the "great things"
I did and was and for
WHAT for
WHY for and
HOW long you-all
shall-all
Dis (re) member ME.
Just give me a friggin' break
And just let it (and me) lie
In silent seething sans
PRAISES -- too much
too little
too heart-felt and
MUCH, MUCH--TOO, TOO LATE
Rather ROAST me,
FRY me,
DICE me,
ICE me--
OVER 'n UNDER 'til
YOU EXORCISE me--
From your living pain and from out your clicking brain.
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