People
Who need people
Can't be dead people
The luckiest people
Alive

King Tut has no "first day of school" sweat-fears
Long since was voted "Biggest Corpse on Campus"
Though musty fusty toilet paper irks him
(And musty fusty toilet paper gawkers)

And Neanderthals have settled all accounts
And getting (barely getting) used to it
The point is getting used to it, it seems
And maybe death is habit-forming

And therefore deadest people happiest alive
Of all the decayed destinations
And we resent them for adapting to it
To hell with THEM (they've gotten what we strive)

And so thank God for deadest people
(And atheists)
And someday I will join them
(God willing)

Well we sure will join them that's for definite - loved this tongue in cheek poem, Kevin.

Jo x

and I always thought that they'd earned a good rest

Made me smile.. well those dead people have been through it all now.. moved on to 'pastures new'.. that great adventure.. maybe there's a 'first day' there and exams... hopefully no fusty toilet paper though.