Do not fret, for I’ll have writ it down.
I’ll have transcribed my entire crown.
Pay your homage to my cagey wisp.
Remember well my voice & my lisp.
You’ll crack open my books when I’m gone.
There you finally see that I shone.
I never lied, only embellished.
The humor pulled from doom, I relished.
The words I will leave are my tribute.
They will mean the same out loud or mute.

