Two days this wake ran for no-shows
no flowers no guests an open casket
with open empty eyes that won't close
the mortician gave up, didn't know what to do,
a respectable man above duct tape or glue
but is there half a suit in there? or is it half a man?
Is there half a soul in there? Some extra room to spare?
Why get buried in expensive clothes, death's a date you have once, you don't court or treat her
you embrace and you meet her, and that's all we know, we decay and grow
Never had no giving tree, hell, never had no stump
Picture a bed of pillows thirty seven floors below and
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