For my larger self won't fit
in an urn but then again,
i won't worry
I would probably decompose
slowly, long after being asleep
on my bed
When the civil workers barge in
Hold their nose closed
They would ask if there is anyone
Who knows me by my name
Yet they would not call me
By what they have exclaimed
And by then I would have been
gone too long ago
To know anyone who stakes a claim
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