Without a Will

WITHOUT A WILL Does anyone who may have died With an ignorant world at hand Deserve mockery, as an easy jibe These days it’s not a popular vibe Yet even they might understand Making blunders on the other side One may laugh and with disrespect Shower insults onto their memory If one knew better the circumstance The idea of mocking them is pants It can painfully grate just like emery Yet no comeback one can detect They may once have had their day Making mistakes and acting so dumb Is there never a chance of any relief Irrespective whether they were chief Even if no end to depths left to plumb They’re not around to have their say For one to be remembered is enough Even if a target of perpetual mockery Such laughter still keeps the link alive And humour may rest, but can thrive But careful not to drop the crockery Jokes may blow back from that stuff