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Monday, 3 March 2014

My body

Leaving my body to science, 
Will be my last act of defiance, 
No burial or cremation, 
Just entrails & defamation, 
I'll just be meat, 
My legacy complete, 
With my ugly, decaying face, 
I'll be competitor in the brain race, 
Just to prove I'm no longer here, 
Kept in a drawer, my sepulchre dear, 
Wished I'd become all that I'd aspired, 
By then I wish I'd been vampired, 
By then I won't care, 
Because I'll be elsewhere. 

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