Scene kids drop the best bombs

With a Bombast doo-diggity!

My funeral procession starts

With a bang and a puff of smoke

Jesters and ice climbers

Remember all of the free-loading nights

On couches made of cardboard

And surrounded by shaded lights

The only impact I eventually left on the world

Was a thirty foot hole and people covered in Me

A fireworks display on just the right night

Can seem like a rebirth of heaven

With a ratta-tat-tat-tat and somber hymns

Sung by soldiers with asthma and hair growing thin

Ambulances rushing to the scene as I send the last

Semblance of humanity screaming and twisting

Through the air, sucking and contorting and

Landing with a magnificent boom that shatters the echoes

Of the last words on your head before inside went outside

With a Bombast doo-diggity!