A Portmanteaux Mixed with an Abbreviation

Hardly an essence of beauty
I was spit on and hit with rocks at an early age
sandcastles were fucked up, but what's the point of keeping them safe anyway
Holy ghost, won't you set an example of a peaceful tone
So I can sleep a bit better than I did yesterday night?
Or atleast have all my best friends come to the party after they bury me
and reminisce about how I was a dick in life,
and a dick in the same sense after the fact?
I have to keep the illusion going that I am a moderately outgoing guy
and that I have responsibilities to which I pay my dues
I'm going to lose my mind staring at the road following past my home,
rough and alone, wishing I was buried a few years ago.