Don'T Waste Your Money Poem by Tyler Lashbrook

Don'T Waste Your Money



I see myself in the reflection
of your coffin. You wear
your best suit, your hair
stays fresh from the embalming.

This is not what I want.
I don't need the fancy suit,
the golden trim coffin.
Just let me rest.

I've yet to sleep in so many years
and a suit?
I'm not much of a business man.

Bury me in an NBA jersey
with 1,000,000 fake dollars
and a photograph of a lamborghini.

In fact, why don't you bury me
in Hawaii? With women bound.
Drape me in gold!

Remind me of my failures
as I rot with the dirt and worms.

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