Service for a Vacant Coffin (Autopsy cover)

Optimists and philosophers Have flawed points Projecting hopeful outcomes In an absurd mania Like an infection of the mind A failure to see The never-ending prison of our lives Its lack of all reason An absence of peace That never changes A war with no cause That never subsides Sit in it Rot It’s going to be fine There’s always a graveyard And you’re headed there The resting place Of your warped views See how far they went Six feet, straight down Into the darkness That prevails