don't put flowers
on my grave
save
hours
they took to grow
don't ya' know

flowers ain't me
can't ya' see
flowers ain't where i be

so when i'm dead
and when i'm gone
when my last words are said
when i've sung my last song
give me your poetry

give me your thoughts
about oughts
and boughts
and shoulda' been's
and back when's

give me your memories
give me your histories
give me your poetries

i gave you mine
with each rhyme
happened all the time

i showed you mine
show me yours
don't send flowers thru those doors
that for sures
i'll sit up and say
what bores
"hell ya' wanta' play some mores?"

don't put no flowers on my grave
at this late hour
it ain't gonna' save
a wilted flower
like me
a rag weed
a bad seed

save your money honey
hell, send me the money
or honey
now
wow

don't want no grave
so don't send no flowers
flowers are too easliy gave
how about hours?

just yet
let me live
and let me die
let me try
ta' get by
before good-bye

anyway
all i got ta' say
is your money save
don't put flowers on my grave
give ta' me
your poetry 

forgive me my wrongs
remember my songs
give ta' me your poetry
that means more ta' me
than any flower can be
can you see?