My Memorial Service (or maybe yours?) -Sept. 29, 2021

I’d love to hang around

after I’ve died to hear

all the nice things

they say about me

watch each attendee take in my acclaim

like sweet cream drowning day-old coffee

taste the over-sugared donuts of praises

marginally stale definitely expired

swallow that tasty scramble of compliments

that hides so many broken shells

a breakfast anyone might

nicely tip in a dream

but leave a nickel

under a napkin

if the menu honestly listed

all the ingredients