if I'm ever really dead
then grow tomatoes in my head
plant potatoes in my shoulder
as my body's getting colder
raise some cabbage in my feet
mushrooms in my, um, my seat
cauliflower for my eyes
lotus flowers in my thighs
if my bones return to dust
back to ashes if they must
nobody will remember me
but they might have me for their tea
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