What will be my epitaph?
“He neither bent the knee nor tipped the cap”
Will they praise me when I’m gone?
Will Bono pen a tribute song?
Who will wail and what teeth will gnash?
As my earthly body is turned to ash
Hear the voices as they say
“We wish he stayed another day”
What will be my epitaph?
“Here lies the man who made us laugh”
Or maybe a cry of pity the fool
Who railed against the Corporate rule
And should he not have reached the top?
To sup the tainted poison drop
Hear all the voices in the crowd
“At least we know he’s now dead proud”
What will be my epitaph?
“He never climbed that upward graph”
No Corporation claimed his soul
Nor forced him up the greasy pole
A life of pushing back the tide
To find it lapping at his side
My epitaph I hope will be
“Here lies myself, I was always me”
