I Am Not A Good Writer Still I Like To Write My Thoughts

Just hold me
By my throat
'Til I go limp
Stiff and cold

Then maybe
Give me a coat
Dress pants and tie
And a permanent home

Under earth
Among the worms
That's all we're worth
At the end of our term

Smiles raining down
Over my open box
They're happy I'm down
As they point and mock

They had me bare
On a slab
They carefully tear
And I don't scab

Fill me up
With preserving fluid
But no coin in my cup
As I was trudging through shit

Forget the living
Praise the dead
A one time giving
Is easier than breaking bread

No peace
No good thoughts
Not in the least
Until you rot