In death we do no wrong
To the remainders
Who smoke of our benevolence
Silver polished personality
Compassion comparable to Mother Teresa
Refined like sugar
“He never said a bad word about anyone.”
They left out that he was a son of a bitch
Taking hold of our earnings
Leaving us stranded
Why must we immortalize the immoral
He will live up to his laud
Posthumously
More alive when dead