Put a tenner in that body’s mouth!
Pennies no longer suffice to charm Charon-on-the-Styx.
You know that he’s been the ferryman for souls
At a penny a pop, non-stop, since Day One?
That’s a lot of pennies. Charon’s loaded.
He vacations in Death Valley, palling around with Scotty,
Hood thrown back, drying out in the desert air,
Before he returns to the soggy bottom land
To receive the gifts of the endless psychopomps.
So, make it a Hamilton, make sure the way to Hades
Is as well unencumbered
As you might expect from
This guaranteed ultimate trip to Hell.