Mocking the Dead

Mocking the dead has no rules We can play the dead for fools Wile away all those hours and days Debating the dead's unlearned ways We are so much more comms efficient The old ways of socialising were deficient Why make stuff like they used to back then The dead didn't have time for a box set or 10 The dead are so dumb, taking up space The living have it sussed, eradicate the human race They had their singalongs, we have our apps The dead really were a bunch of saps Though could it be that the dead did the living And I'm in a box that's small and unforgiving Convincing myself that I'm rather ahead But in fact I'm mocked by the lives of the dead