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
Copyright © Rainer Loveiam | Year Posted 2011
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