Saturday, May 19, 2007

Coffins

Mini hotel rooms for infinity
Expensivly built for you and me

Providing solitude for just
Our final return to dust

A monumental waste of money
That seems ridiculously funny

When I'm gone I won't care
What happens to my hair

And that tattoo on my chest
Will disappear just like the rest

So spend my coffin money on a party
For them as is still hale and hearty

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