A Worthless Scoundrel Died Today

By Elton Camp Always true, it surely ain’t One who dies was a saint Everyone loved him so Friends want all to know A smile always on his face A fellow whom all embrace He never did a single wrong Or so goes the familiar song Though we see him no more He stands on a celestial shore Real opinion they never tell “I’ve no doubt he’s in hell.” “A liar’s all he’s ever been. A man so steeped in sin.” “Disliked by all he knew. I say it because it’s true.” “Without him, this is a better place. Nobody will miss his leering face.” Such candor might be misplaced And newspaper obits sure erased But it’s better not to say a thing Than false praise to the dead bring Just one time, I’d really like to see “Of a worthless scoundrel we’re free”