Egregious Epitaph Poem by John Sensele

Matters little utterances you spit at the graveyard
When I'm six feet under
If no welcome I munched in your yoyo yard
Where each minute I dodged your thunder.

Matters little crocodile tears you pour
When my life is done
If no endearments you whispered in your door
Where each second on my rights you slapped a ban.

Matters little ceremonies you sponsor
When you mock my cadaver
If no love I got from you, sir
Where each day my connections you did sever.

Matters little antics you accelerate during the requiem mass
When I breathe my last breath
If no appreciation I glean from your class
Where each minute you flogged my faith.