On My Epitaph
On my epitaph don't write I was a saint,
When I actually know I ain't,
I was a vulture,
Disrespectful, refused to follow culture,
Write on my epitaph,
who I were not on my photograph,
Was up to no good,
Stereotype of an angel in disguise misunderstood.
On my epitaph don't make me clean,
My lease image on the TV screen,
is just superimpose above,
Underneath a true self could shove,
the goat-skin I wear,
I'm a villain I swear.
Was a subject of ridicule,
way back in school they thought I was a fool,
But when heaven opened its doors,
I became a darling the society adores,
Soon they will find out,
My demeanor will clout,
what the masses expected,
And in my graveside I will be rejected.
On my epitaph....
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