When I’m dead
When I’m dead
Let my passing be a secret
and be known to only those were close with me.
Honour my personality for being a loner.
Invite all my friends, write them emails,
just the way they know how I loved office work.
Inform them at the very last minutes,
they know how much I loved deadlines
as they come running and I tried to race with them.
Don’t write for me any elegy or eulogy,
you’d be telling the world about the life I never lived
I know they would not make it to my funeral,
after all I would have been laid to rest in peace without
the eyes of the world looking at the grounds of the earth scavenge me.
