We all know about Walt Disney’s head,
sitting frozen in the sub-levels of Disneyland,
resting in icy stasis, waiting for the day
when it can once again manufacture
Nazi propaganda and childish whimsy.
When I’m dead, I want my head stored
next to Walt Disney’s so that the first thing
he sees when they thaw him out
is my face in a frozen wink, like “hey,
old buddy, they got both of us.”
That’ll be my punchline; my whole life
leading up to one weird goof on one
crazy bastard. But that’s all.
When they’ve put what’s left of Walt
in his new robot body
they can toss me in the garbage (I’ll leave money
in my will for disposal costs). That’s how I should
be remembered; as the weirdo who winked
at Walt Disney for eternity. He can have
his robot heart, as long as I get the last laugh.
James is a writer, podcaster and activist from Harrisburg, PA. He currently co-hosts the Planet Express Delivery Podcast on the Podbean network. You can reach him on Twitter at @GorillaKarate.