FUNERAL

Somebody died today,
Anyone hopefull around?
Everyone had this to say:
"Alright mate?how's it going?sound.

You wouldn't think,
That somebody died today,
We were in the pink,
At least it was going that way.

Somebody dies everyday,
I am dying,
It's not word play,
I'm not lying.

I can actually feel,
That I'm on my way out,
But death has a strange appeal,
Yeah death has a lot of clout.

Cut of the speaking flood,
The death of a pseudo-poet,
And pictures of me in the nud.
Will be circulated,I know it.