Scrambled brain, barbecued liver and baked balls
That’s all there is now left of this body so dear to me
When ultimately my life too ends and falls
There will naught be anything else to seem or be seen
Not even the scrambled brains and barbecued liver, per se
But just the mud and dust that housed me
The house of my scrambled brain and baked balls
That is all that remains until death calls
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