How many people’s funerals
Will I attend before I die?
And I’ll say they were lovely guys
As they are lowered in their graves.
It’s what you do in public
When you’re frightened to make waves.
I understand it’s dangerous
To say bad things about the dead.
They could come back to haunt you
In revenge for what you’ve said.
Most others at the funerals
Will be thinking as I do
As they speak well of the deceased;
Then quickly hurry to the feast
To praise the dead man at his wake
While guzzling beer and gobbling cake.
And anyone who’s still around,
My, so called, friends and family
Will probably do the same for me
When I am buried in the ground.