'' It's The Best Laugh I've Had In Years '' Poem by Bri Mar

I want you to know,
Before I go,
That when I'm being laid to rest,
As you view the glow,
Let the spirits flow,
Do please obey my request.

I'm not a fraud,
Who believes in a God,
Just because I am dying,
So don't find it odd,
I refuse to laud,
The one you are specifying.

Humanist or priest?
They're a similar beast,
For talking they both charge a fee,
To discharge the deceased,
Their palms are greased,
From money left over by me.

I will not return,
So get rid of the urn,
Scatter me where the sun don't shine,
You can now adjourn,
Shit does burn,
Now I know you are feeling divine.

Don't be sad,
All that money I had,
I ensured it would not give you pleasure,
Don't get mad,
Just be glad,
I gave away all my treasure.

That equity loan,
It will be shown,
Means none of you will earn from my house,
So let it be known,
It's all been blown,
Go on say it, he's proved he's a louse.

I think you'll find,
What I've left behind,
Will cover the cost of cremation,
All that grind,
Gave me peace of mind,
Though you won't be filled with elation.

As you say goodbye,
I know you will cry,
For I've confirmed your very worst fears,
I'll not tell a lie,
Nor will I deny,

‘' It's The Best Laugh I've Had In Years ‘'