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
Saturday, May 19, 2007
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