Death is this great motherfucker:
Here in one grave my father and
His mother-in-law lie
Though they but coincidentally saw one eye to eye.
Without eyes to see, today,
Or thoughts to think, neither knowing
Or ever having thought where they’d end
See, in dust, where their collected memories spend.
My mother is in woe: a husband, a father,
Three brothers and mother lying there
In that underground cell
Either in heaven or hell. Mother’s in woe:
She had a full bright fledging family
Fifteen years ago.
Motherfucker is no F-word, folks:
That’s how you refer to greatness in thinly laid jokes;