Oh please just put me out with the garbage -
My carcass I mean, after I’ve carked it.
I\'ve just taken a trip to who knows where…
(Likely nowhere) – and I won’t mind one bit.
I’m not up for a religious debate;
Just accept at that point I am not there.
No funeral please, no “Alas poor Dave” -
Live - absent yourself from nonsense so drear.
Now why have I thrown this thing together?
Her Maj’s demise has silenced world news,
And all day and every day I suffer -
Pomp and circumstance push me to the booze.
Here my tissue is not allowed for use -
I lived in UK when mad cow was rife.
This disqualifies me from a donation;
No chance to be useful at end of life.
I try hard not to make a connection
Between mad cow disease and those mourners,
But I tell you, here in Australia
We are also a bunch of conformers.