Funky Funeral

"I must live before I die,"

These words stuck inside my head,

Staring down at the dull coffin...

Staring up so unamused,

Time ticking away in step -

as the preacher sings them blues.

Left, right, sit those in attendance,

Grimly pale, rigid in form..

I forget this is a funeral...

So, I sniffle, drop a sigh

Settle for a somber face

Now I look more commonplace.

A mindnumbing hour later,

Shuffling loudly in my seat,

At least if I were caffeinated,

Thrill junkie but I'm here fixated

Commanding a view of a corpse in costume -

what's the point in hanging out posthume?

Countdown, ten more seconds to go

They bow their heads,

And the "amens" flow

I sidestep, make my way to the door

Jump in the car, hit the pedal to the floor

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