The Daily Poem

WHAT I WANT

I’ll tell you now just what I want,

The day you find me dead and gaunt,

Go lather up your legs and shave,

And build a dance floor on my grave.

When all the eulogies are said,

And your blue eyes are puffy red,

It’s time for you to misbehave,

And build a dance floor on my grave.

Just call the girls to get the guys,

Forget the wherefores and the whys,

Go find yourself a kindly knave,

And build a dance floor on my grave.

I hope the moon is full that night,

(I’ll do my best to time it right),

And you’ll announce my tomb side rave,

And build a dance floor on my grave.

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For my wife, Mimi

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Kyrielle)