The Epitaph of An Unbeliever

Where would you like to be buried they asked Well really that’s not my concern It won’t bother me if I’m under a tree Or stuck on a shelf in an urn Tell me what kind of a casket you’d like Cardboard or wicker or oak Put me in a sack for I won’t be back Nobody laughed at my joke Tell us what music you’d like us to play By me it would never be heard Not music said I at the end of the day I would just like the song of a bird Tell us what prayers should we pray for your soul I tried hard to stifle my mirth I don’t have a soul, just dig a big hole And let me go back to the earth I have seen what religion has done to the world With it’s misery, murder and dread I despised all religion for all of my life Don’t force it on me when I’m dead Don’t patronise me with a guy in a frock With a mitre a cross and a crook Demanding that fools live by his kind of rules That he reads from a dusty old book Religion has not took control of my life Or though this may sound a bit odd I’ve been blessed with the love of a wonderful wife And for that much at least I thank God