Going, Going, Gone - Poem by bobby beddoe
Saw on Channel 4 News this morning,
That most, when comes time for departing,
Are going with cremation
As their final selection.
So the normal mode, they’re foregoing!
Burial cost ten-thousand dollars – most agree,
Cremation is about a thousand-dollar fee,
But as the end draws near,
I’ll just disappear;
I’m going with the impending rapture – it’s free!
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