ask my self what would i like inscribed on my gravestone? here lies a an egg with a tat and nose ring? trimmed the fat lost sixty five pounds in four months? (but bones are pretty thin too) won the losvegas headliner and a million bucks on agt? a blue donkey but didn't rock the boat but just kinda floated along with the crowd smiled everybody a mr niceguy or campaigned door to door as the donkey ambassador redfaced by the elephant trumpet? went to church, temple, mosque -- um (throat clearing) a few times here lies the he-man lifted tons of weight ate atkins carnivore called sugar white poison sported the 6-pack abs? (now a keg) stopped eating dead animals munching on kale and tofu burgers with kombucha and kimchi? or went viral on tiktok billions of followers in the headlines for a while the big stage spotlight? how about you writing on that stone saying you were dope crispy cool? here lies a billionaire? swam with the sharks? did you walk on the moon? to outer space with space x? college student president? or even commander and chief? are these epitaphs for you? in a few brief years, these things won't matter. the only inscription for me is finger written in blood 4.3 10/10 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson
Written Stone Cold
15
Apr