*when i die*

can i have the address of that morgue where you work
because when i am dead, i don't wanna go there
i ain't getting cut up as spare parts
nor have rats tasting my blood while it is still wet

my family want me cremated
so they can use my fat for lard
i just hope they don't burn their dinner
as then i am sure to go up in smoke

i will have to remind my loved ones
to dig my ashes deep into the rose bed soil
so that all the neighbours cats
don't use me as their kitty cat litter

as for butch the toothless mongrel dog
from next door, please stop him
from snorting me up like cocaine
thinking i am his sunday high

remember one thing please, my loving children
before getting rid of me
make sure i am really dead
not just
dead asleep
in my warm
bed