Tonight I will think about nothing
For once I shall empty my head
But if I’m to spend my life rhyming
Will you rhyme for me when I am dead?
Will you sing to the trees I existed,
Tell the rivers they’re wasting their time?
If I stay here a couple more weeks love
Will you tell the whole world I was fine?
If I build up a workload to leave here
Will you make sure it’s read when I go?
If there’s no one to love me while living
Who’s there to let them all know?
Will you write out my name on a banner
And parade it and yell in the streets
That someone on earth once existed
That none of them ever will meet?
If they don’t care please play them my songs love
Perhaps then at least they can hear
That even if scores are not mourning the loss
Perhaps I once had a good hear
So it’s 3 o’clock in the morning
And I still haven’t emptied my mind
And this poem is not quite a masterpiece
But at least I can leave it behind
(‘Idiot Verse’, Keaton Henson)