Eulogies For the Recently Revived

Certain it is to be at steady aim at any time at any place the dead mans eternal race Shock the barstool take the shots given by the winged sculptures who gawk from the pughes A pecking order in the house of flocks Not important enough for dirt decomposition of the minds eye comes last Anatomy has no hidden agenda just a set of character traits it’s amassed Forced entry Chalk it up to bad luck dead as a doornail stiff as a board the cliches have run amuck Just a standard breach of contract between humanity and oblivion Don't take offense Trust there will be no forgiving So what is said at the end of your life if the question is "how was it truly living?"