I would like named after me, a huge container, a kind of “Room 101” where anything and everything violent could be deposited, never to show its ugly face again.

CARVED IN GRANITE

Anything named after me, would have to be carved in granite
After the jokers have shuffled the pack they’ll be nought else on our planet
Once the dust has settled, tops of dead trees start to show
The words on my granite plaque would read, just this “ I Told you so”

All words Meadowhead Bard.