Dead in cashmere
as I cradle my beer
Crying ladles of tears
on the inside
Dead as you are
Just a slave to the bar
and the scar on your heart
that you can’t hide.
Dead on your feet
With no hope of relief
From the Jaws of defeat
I hear grinding
Dead in the chair
You see Death everywhere
But you’re too cool to care
That you’re dying.
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