Everybody loves you when you are dead
The words you wrote that they never read
while you were alive
“What a useless fool!”
“He’s so not cool!”
And, then, you die.
Now the ones who mourn
are the ones you scorn
from the tablet above your grave
’cause perhaps now you will behave
as they read the words you wrote
as some sort of anecdote.
And, then, you live.
© The Drummer Poet