First Spring Eulogy
They flocked into town.
Loud, Pushy, Laughing
They left their Tropics
To celebrate the Great Fest,
Banqueted by Instinct.
Mashing and gulping sour
Red and Purple bits,
Juice dribbling sticky
Down their Breasts,
They stumble about,
From one hung over bar,
To
Another.
Each drink Drives them
Farther until,
One
By
One
They drunkenly Crash to their Deaths
In the Windows we use
To View Them.
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