by Douglas Robert Turek

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I will write notes to archaeologists on metal plates and

secrete them in my pockets for when I die.

I will tell them lies.

I will write of the moon colonies we established in 1970

and how an angry Congress made them illegal

and our astronauts returned home, sad.

I will tell them that for a while in the eighties, all major

political decisions were decided by yacht races

and that’s why Australia ruled the world for three years.

I will tell them that the biggest music group in the world

was the Beatles, and that all 37 of their albums were excellent.

I will tell them of the horrible wars that pitted nations against each other

because of our differing tastes in wallpaper and gum.

I will tell them that it was the duty of every Emperor Of The World

to line his pockets with metal plates so that the people of the

future would know of our time.

I will tell them that I chose a humble grave, so that the holy city of

Las Vegas could finally be opened to the public.

I will tell them that my private yacht lies in ruins at the bottom

of the Atlantic Ocean, on the Grand Banks off the coast of Newfoundland.

I will tell them that I only owned four unicorns, and they were

not terribly bright.

I will tell them of my love for you, and how I gave up everything

to live with you in a humble home and a full heart.

That will not be a lie.

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