the deconstruction of the dead

& when you finally die,

they will not let you rest---

for to finally get to enter every orifice

of your once secret world

is something that vultures dream of

late at night,

before cumming in their jammies

to the thought of discovering

what was never ever their business to begin with---

and when they get what they want,

they’ll puncture it with a stake &

run all over the televised town square

amidst interviews with people who will

say that they are your friends now &

family members who will say they always knew you,

all wretches whose boredom in life can be stirred up

into a freshness for a day or so

by the vomiting up of lies concerning a

dead person for the national public.

 

ever heard the stories of the sap whose porn collection or

drug stash was found by the weeping family members after

the tragedy? 

ever heard a story come from the mouth of an individual so very worried

that when it is all over,

the “real” them will be discovered?

 

unfortunately,

the incessant curiosity of mundane, mediocre minds

has no limit &

to make themselves feel more alive &

better about their own failings,

they’ll stop at nothing to find out everything about

anyone,

when said individual is no longer alive

to ask them politely

to stay out of their business.