Dead and Gone

Remember me, won't you, when I'm dead and gone.

Think of me kindly, but remember what went wrong.

Picture me smiling, free inside your head

Forget that faitful image,

Of that day you found me dead.


Eyes vacant and staring,

rope around broken neck,

The screams of the students,

 the teacher's "Holy Heck!".



Place flowers on my grave stone,

weep softly at my stead,

and try not to forget,

the reasons why I'm dead.