Epitaph

From perfect parody of
A virtuous past
A lying, lousy bitch
Transforms at last
What was a statuesque
Beauty before
Now dying, shriveled
Lives no more
At the flea market
Amply displayed
Are all the knick-knacks
And junk, in awkward condition
That took me a lifetime
To collect, my tinny treasures
Discarded now, ungraciously
For a fast buck
After I died.