[Roger Slater]

When I am dead, cremate me.
I will not need my body
when no one sane would date me.
Today I'm not too shoddy.
Big muscles decorate me,
and some say I'm a great me.
But once I am the late me
and my flesh grows soft and rotty,
what girl would osculate me,
caress or copulate me?
Who'd kiss a second rate me?
Who'd love an insensate me?
They'd have to be plain dotty.
So grill me, abrogate me,
then flush me down the potty.

.