Afterlife
I have a worthy goal
I pine to be a fossil
on permanent display
in some future museum
All it takes
is the proper soil
in which to reside
for years and years
of unflinching patience
And then a bit of luck
when a doctoral student
stumbles across my remains
and finds the subject
for her dissertation
Scientist will argue
over what it all means
and I will live on in death
as a smiling toothy enigma
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