Don't want any funeral,
viewings or floral wreaths,
no eulogies or readings
or statements of belief.
No need for weeping
from any who ever knew me;
nor attendance required
from those who only screwed me.
THIS mortal life is what I lay down
to rest here in this sod;
but all that makes me who I am
has returned back home to God.
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