Expectations Gone Wrong

I always come to my senses When my family has gathered Around my sick bed They expect me to die But I laugh at them every time “I am still trying to get an inheritance for you” Without it I know You will tap me on the shoulder And ask for my stock holdings And hidden Swiss bank accounts They know I have no money To pay for my funeral Therefore I cannot die Living is cheaper Than dying My family is looking In the wrong places Look under my pillow You will find my excrements And wonder Why I have lived this long Without telling you About my private life High up in the Andes Where the Yogis live And prosper