My Last Request

There’s a lot of ways it could have gone, this life that I have led;

I coulda been a movie star, I coulda just been dead.

Instead I’ve simply fumbled on, as in the end we do

And pinned my hope on fortune; prob’ly you do too.

But fortune hasn’t helped at all ‘cos I’m still bloody broke

And I prob’ly bloody will be until the day I croak.

But “Money isn’t everything’ or so rich people say

though they don’t have to scrape around to eat another day.

So when it’s time to bury me, it’ll be a paupers hole

That I fill with my carcass ( and god knows for my soul).

But when I get right down to it, I don’t give a shit

‘cos I have had the best time and enjoyed every bit.

So if you’re at the burying don’t feel a heavy load

‘cos I’m in Heaven or in Hell writing one more silly Ode.

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