ETCHED IN STONE
1.
They said I was a 'hypochondriac',
but now, I guess, they’ll have to take it back.
2.
Here lies Mozart,
dead, not dozing,
a great composer
decomposing.
3.
Poor guy, his lot in life was sad.
He wasn’t smart and he wasn’t rich.
He wronged the one true friend he had.
And so I killed the son-of-a-bitch.
4.
Here, beneath this slab of stone,
flesh degraded, crumbling bone,
lies a man who hoped you’d laugh
to read a flippant epitaph.
The doctors tried but couldn’t cure a
dying man who with bravura
wrote this rhyme so all might laugh
to read a flippant epitaph.
His thoughts? He could not write them all.
Art is long. The stone is small.
So he resolved to make you laugh
to read a flippant epitaph.
5.
They put my body in this hole
with a marker to make it appear
that this is the address of my soul.
It’s not. Just my body is here.
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