Gold Toothed Deception
Before I die
I want a mouth filled with gold teeth.
So, when they excavate me after a thousand years.
They'll think I was royalty-maybe even a king-
To fool an archeologist (grave robber), I think, is a noble thing.
Good kings should be buried like the common man.
No monuments or pomp- purple garments or crowns.
Just a simple pine box in the cold-cold-cold ground-
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