Epitaph
Put me in a binbag
When I pass away
I really don’t mind at all
‘Cos where I’m put I’’ll stay
They come on Thursday morning you know
In their Phoenix truck
So throw me up in the back
I’ll be undiscovered with any luck
It’s reassuring to know you see
That nobody cares at all
In this time of monetary cutbacks
To economise with the funeral
If the council should complain
Saying “ it’s not our job mate “
To cart away late personages
T’is a job that we really hate
The journey out wasn’t too bad
The truck was in fact rather cosy
The in-flight meal was garbage though
And the pedestrians are rather nosy
And now the sun is going down
Over this council tip
It really is quite nasty here
I don’t think it was worth the trip
Copyright © Steve Eaton | Year Posted 2017
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