'' Until They Show Me Respect '' Poem by Bri Mar

When I finally died,
No-one cried,
That was one major gaffe,
Now modified,
I will not be denied,
I'll ensure I have the last laugh.

I cannot believe,
They didn't grieve,
They're fighting over my money,
How much did he leave?
What will they receive?
This behaviour just isn't funny.

Let them mock,
As at me they gawk,
As Arnie said, I'll be back,
Though my flock,
They're now in the dock,
Soon they'll all be under attack.

At me they scoff,
Let them bugger off,
I have them all in my sights,
Nose in my trough,
This demonic toff,
Will pass on my ghostly delights.

To those I curse,
I will reimburse,
With revenge, they will find daunting,
As things get worse,
Their psychiatric nurse,
Will confirm, it's caused by a haunting.

Me their deathly ghost,
Will remain in post,
With each of them, I will connect,
With me as the host,
Their conscience I'll roast,

‘' Until They Show Me Respect ‘'