"...radioactive"

Me dug up in the 36th century.

I don't look at all well.

I just looked at yesterday's mail. 
Besides the electric bill, and the latest New Yorker. I got another go from a Funeral outfit. 

I can get shake, and baked with my ashes shoved into some wall. That or a box dumped into a hole somewhere. 

Only to be discovered by 36th century grad students. 

These poking about the ruins of our sad empire. 
They'll mostly wonder why so many of us had bad teeth.
Radioactive bones too. All them stupid 50's atomic bomb tests, and massive sugar ingestion. 

Anyway such is this time of life.
Once they were trying to sell me stereos then crappy cars. Later life insurance now burial plots.

Me,...I know life was all shit.

I just want to be left da fuck alone.