God bless you if
your dying wish is peaceful,
but i can't see how it should have to be
cause if death is greedy why cant we be too?
God save me from these greasy spoons,
the last laugh crowd of the afternoon
who pushes past me while i pedal like hell
on my bike between a puddle and a sewer grate.
but if you can dance worse than I can dance
God help you.
I keep your memory in the space where my
brain once was,
my head's between my knees on the sidewalk
in front of a Dunkin Donuts,
spitting blood into the empty cup
of a hazelnut Coolata.
Things keep getting better like they
know they oughtta.
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