No Eulogy

I don’t want anybody
saying about me:
“he was a really good
guy, after all.”

some jackass making a
final decision upon my
mortality.

rather than the jackass
I’d rather have one of my
x-ladies there
dressed in high-heels and
tight dress
saying,
“he was really a good
fuck, after all.”

of course, she won’t be
there because she never
was.  or, rather, because
I never was.

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