How We Die Poem by GeorgeherII Musiime

May be, may be not...
Probably it will read...
Here lies a soldier, a damn good one
who died not in battle but in his sleep

O Gosh! !

reason enough isn't it
For people to spit on his head,
Sit on it and fart on it too.

And that...That kills me
the thought of it does kill me
Even before my time is due
And continue to die long after am gone!

Never stopped to wonder what the
Epitaph on my grave will say! !

(George HeroII)