In obloquy it might be said he got better down than ever got up
Let down at last a final time, at least this down will not disappoint.
—§—
Here the former flesh and bones enurned,
Now in repose they take their little turn.
Tho this corporeal being now lies in dissolve,
It is presumed that the world doth still revolve.
Upon thy way then, friend, unperturbed, hence,
Forgetting this disremembered bad wag’s pense.
—§—
He did this. He did that. For all he did, he yet lies dead.
—§—
Died Laughing; Slow Dissolve:
The remaindered, sorry to be left behind, ponder their own final
solution whilst the already dissolving disillutionist, who by the
fact of his own demise has, de facto, the whole thing figured
out, can amuse himself, in rictus, that all should be so simply resolved.
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