A Family's for life
A family's for life
Not just a funeral
The deceased is a person
Not monetary numeral.
Standing round
All posh while you toast
But where were you
When they needed you most.
Ignoring their loved ones
Discussing your wants
Like which can of lager
Or prawn vol-au-vent.
Then when you've stuffed
Your face full of grub
Its off into town
To get pissed in the pub.
Resurrecting ghosts
You scream and you shout
"Dead" to the fact
What the days all about.
© Rick Casson