My dying wish.
Is to become a brick.
I know, it sounds weird,
Perhaps even sick.
But I want my ashes mixed,
Into a brick.
Engrave it with a message
Insightful stories:
"This is Skeff, he says
'Fuck the Tories'".
I could be part of place,
that I hold dear.
Somewhere that loans books
Or is selling beer.
Maybe one journey.
How about London?
Pay a visit to 10 Downing,
Or 55 Tufton.
Their front rooms look nice.
Better than this locker.
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