Ain’t gonna be no tombstone where I lie—
but I don’t need one.
My story is too big
for your piece of wood anyway.
You think ‘cause you gonna put me
in a plain old box nobody knows me?
People gonna forget me?
Please. Everybody knows me.
And they’re all gonna remember me.
The things I’ve done, the people
I’ve hurt, the folks I killed--
I’m infamous.
So you can drop me in here if you want to
and walk away like it don’t matter—‘cause it don’t—
but long after I’m done here,
they’ll still be talking about me,
even when
weeds done covered my plot of earth
and my unmarked grave is gone
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