At the Bitter End
My deathbed piano sonata
Fond farewell I say to a lotta
A bouncer with fist
By the door has a list
Of any persona non grata
Author's Note: This was inspired by my neighbor Lillian. We were talking the other day about dying and the fact that certain relatives would not be welcome at the party--the ones who have been nothing but trouble in life. Can't we at least enjoy our own demise?
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