When I die
I don't want a funeral
With tall speeches
Falling like yellow leaves
Punctuated by
Rehearsed sniffs and coughs
I don't want faked tears
Borrowed lines and lies
So shiny and straight like railway lines.
When I die
Just bury me
Dispatch me.
Put me in the ground.
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