Cliff Notes For a Corpse
This eulogy is glued-together CliffsNotes.
Summing up his eighty-two years.
Only the happy tones are used.
Nothing about the blackout drinking rampages.
The black and blue spouse and children.
That affair with the babysitter.
The push down the pregnant stairs.
The many sudden clacks and clangs
Those strange pangs in the darkness.
On this day, it's only the happy stuff being spewed.
The big pink clumps of cotton candy and clown flowers
The wonderful puffs of funeral parlor smoke.
The fabric of a superhero unveiled.
Many of us sitting here know the truth.
He was no superhero; he was a super monster-
A complete waste of cells and formaldehyde.
We wait patiently for this verbal charade to burn itself out.
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