My Remains

I don't want to be buried in the ground. Worms on my body, crawling around. Eating my flesh, eating my brains. Thanksgiving feast on my body's remains. I don't want a headstone or grave. No need for a burial plot. I refuse to go in a casket, where my body is left to rot. I have no one in my life. So I don't need a viewing. All those who abandoned me, gathered around with sad boo-hooing! There is no need for a funeral. Don't bother with a wake. The gathering of so many, And all of them are fake. Don't waste all that money on a burial plot. For someone the world had already forgot. A grave they can visit, isn't worth the money you will pay. They didn't bother to visit me, When I was alive anyway. I want my body burned, And my ashes, dumped in the sea. A coffin and a grave, Just another prison to me. With my ashes in the ocean, I will finally be free. Dump my ashes in the ocean. Go away and leave me be.