Back From the Dead
I’m having dinner with some friends. Affectionately known as “The Dead”
Staring at their faces, glued firmly in all places.
Who do you think your foolin? Your halitosis say it all.
Exterior defying test of time. As your organs quickly die.
One more drink, and I’m leaving.
I’ve kept up appearances and the peace.
Don’t get up, I’ll see myself out.
Love and kisses to you all.
It’s been a slice of heaven.
But, Im afraid if I stay a minute longer
Your faces will begin melting, from the the candle operas warm glow
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