He raised his hat
Picked his umbrella
Shook the dust of his feet
He smiled at the sun
And briskly walked out healthy as apples
Before him, the people watched in awe
A paper was brought out
A will was read
Yes he is gone
Dead and gone
He’s left a house with us
He’s left some cars
More unimaginable money
A fleet of sheep
Lands all over
Now, let us spend and merry
Yes he’s gone
Dead and gone
We may tear our pants
Remove our bras
Dance naked
Yet share the dead’s belongings
Only because he is dead
Dead and gone
We may argue
Hurt each other
Kill each other eventually
Remove our brains
Act senselessly
The reason being wealth from a source
The source being a dead man’s pocket
Lets now remember
We’ll die too
And yes, we shall be but dead and gone
Dead and gone without wealth
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