here lies a dead man
a bad man
a sad hand
to hold his weeping bride

he was good (or he tried)
kept her happy (satisfied)
but hear this, when alive
mama wished that he’d die

burnt frying pan
leader of a klan
(as if i give a damn)
said that he had a plan
to make a better land
(a cleaner land! unblemished sand)

touched her
loved her
so sad when he’d punch her
said that he’d not harm her
(‘least no one will remember)

his living legacy
a life I’d wish that hadn’t been
he won’t be missed, not by me

but please,
do indulge the corpse,
and its false memory