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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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talking about what to do with my corpse

my skin will be green
one day if no one listens
when I say to toast me
and toss me all over the world

my daughter will know
i should be ashes
and she will scream
at the top of her lungs
"You bastards,
you filthy
nasty
rotten bastards,
how could you do this to my father."

I will rot silently
my eyes jellied
my skin moldy
and my chin in perfect nod.
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