Rejoice In his Death

I set a picture of his son beside him,
the one he never attempted to hold,
love, take care of, or even see
and I walk to the stand,
holding my head high as I begin
reciting the poem I carefully made
for this day of sadness and contempt for God
in front of all of his family and friends,
the people who never knew the true him:

"And as you all weep of sorrow
and rage for God to take back
the mistake you think he's made
I'll laugh out of happiness
and in it I'll rejoice,
he got what was coming to him,
because this is the day, my friends,
that karma bit him in the ass."

I stop and look around at all
of the blank faces and horrified looks
and continue on with my masterpiece:

"Although some of you think he was precious,
God's angel sent to Earth himself
none of you ever knew the man
who never even cared to meet his son-
none of you have ever met the anger within him,
the hate he carries for many-
none of you have ever seen
how heartless and uncanny he is,
and above all...
None of you knew he tried to
take his lies with him to his grave-
this is the truth expose...
Believe it or not... It's real,"

I take a deep breath before I continue
and tears begin to flow...
Never for him,
but for the son he abandoned,
for the innocent heart he broke,

"Your kind little Boy Scout
is nothing but a cheating, lying
horrible hearted bastard
that once upon a time abandoned his own child
without ever taking a look
deep into his beautiful face-
this is the man who lied to you all...
The one who never carried the remorse of regret
for his own sins."

As I finish I can hear the whispers,
they're surrounding me and his Mother is
standing tall in her old age
screaming at the top of her lungs
"You stupid bitch, how dare you
come into his funeral and tell lies!"
and I'm walking down the walkway,
holding my head as high as I can
with a hint of a smile
slowly coming into view on my face.