A thirty-second montage
of your life
that even forgot to mention
you had a wife.
A lifetime’s accomplishments
edited to fit
so that they could show
some celebrity shit.
What you achieved
took hard work
but that’s not important
because you never twerked.
A life lived with
dignity and grace
now has been sent
to its eternal space.
I hope history
will be kinder to you,
then these fools
who haven’t a clue.
An intellect
is frowned upon now
less important
then the shape of an eyebrow.
