The Disposal


When he was alive
One vied for his heart,
The other for his brain
When he died
God wanted his soul
Sans joy or pain
That which remained
Of the whole
Stirred a debate
In the mortuary
And the staff felt
It could be neither buried
Nor cremated
So, conveniently,
They threw it in the drain

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