Wear your colors
and dance sneakers
and come armed with stories
because I want noise
all up in that place.

BYOB
and bring your favorite assortment of cream pies
because things are liable
to get messy
and you’ll want to be able to give
as good as you get.

Pour a forty out for your fallen brother
and then drink some fruity frozen drink
cuz that’d honor me totally.
Have some towels on hand
in case there are tears, sure,
but more likely there’ll be dancing
to the tracks from the fifties and eighties
and maybe the forties.
We’ll see how they turn out.

If you’re coming to my funeral
invite friends
even if they’re not mine
because it’s a numbers game
and just because I’ll only meet them post-mortem
is no reason I shouldn’t get a chance to try to score.

Come on out.
It’ll be great to meet up
and more importantly,
to be seen
one last time.