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Cremation

 When I finally die
I want to be cremated
Through blazing fire
Turned into dust
Bigger bits left
Ground down
So that I have
Become as powder

I don’t want to be cast
To the trade winds and
Be soup for the fishes
I have no favourite sporting
Venue or goal mouth where
I can be trampled on by boots
I have now favourite scenic place
Where I can be gently sprinkled
Becoming one again with nature
I don’t want to be sat in a jar
Like a non-sticky jam or marmalade
On the mantle piece of the fire
Always still there as a reminder
Taken down just to be dusted
All quite ironic dusting the dust
I don’t want to be put in an urn
And left in the attic in a trunk of
Memories and mementos never
Looked at or remembered until
The moving men arrive to pack
Being considered for land fill
After all what’s the point, keeping

I am not sure what it is I do want
It would be great if your request
Had, by law, to be carried out
I would want mixed with my neighbours
Soap powder, she’s a house proud
House frou and I could make her
Freshly done laundry really dirty
Driving her to insanity would seem fair
But wait! I've just thought of something
Better, much, much better, gooder
I want my ashes mixed with itching
Powder and sprinkled in Beyonce’s
Bra and panties, being rubbed well
In to her ample breasts, erecting those
Chocolate chip nipples, making her
Scratch her crotch to the point of
No return, being able to claim it was me,
I made Beyonce orgasm even when
I was dead, but I’d still remember that
Maybe I could be mixed with wood chips
And added to Taylor Swift’s barbeque
Smoker the flavour of me mixing with
Her meat and her sucking me off the
Bones of her smoky, sticky meat feast
Maybe not grind me down so fine
Have some sharp shards still included
Mix it with some parmesan cheese
Serve it up to all of the Trump family
Or the members of the Clinton family
Enjoy the sensation of choking these
Dumb fucks to death at the dinner table
This all may seem a bit extreme
But then you have to have goals
Even for after you’re dead and gone
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