The Postmortem Players

No smile in sight, to break one for once would be to err in social graces, So for the sake of keeping grace solemnity will hold sway of our faces, A walk turns to drudge, conversation to drawl, All faces are ashen & silence for all, It's forced, I know this, I scream in my head, This nonsensical downtrodden respect for the dead, In life this one moved me with power, storms: laughter or tears, We should party, celebrate this life not bask in our fears, It's our own mortality we weep for, selfish tears used untrue, In games of who's sadder, them, me or you? Funeral phonies, Postmortem players, In Insincerity only are you sincere, I refuse to adhere, I'll say goodbye by raising a beer, So have fun with your pomp & faux tear,