Because I hate money
As money hates me,
I will out-live my debt,
And be buried for free.

My gravest desire:
Die poor, with no coffin…
That Death may unharden
What Life could not soften.

Because money hates me
I sometimes hate God,
(Though I never served Mammon)
So SHOVEL, you clod,

While I speak from the grave;
A cadaver with class:
Come strew a few flowers
And cover my ass.

(Or cover my assets
Financially
So my corpse doesn’t lie
Like a liability.)

Because money hates me,
I’ll leave it to you
To savor my point of
Funereal view.