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Such tight stripes

Layering that dead man

who is still laying

Pillowing the daisies,

Comatose can have taste too,

Comb your hair

Then pine away,

Kicking the trees

Calling for names in three

"You don't need to talk",

Saturn is coming

While the worms saddle up

for one last great ride into darkness and

"You don't need to talk",

there is safety 

and destruction

In the book of the dead

"You don't need to talk to Barbara",

Abstract art lessons

With confessions of

Death's little collections,

Pint sized houses shake

As the little man again

Grabs his junk

nice tree he'll plead

Then kick again

Having some nice dreams?

I doubt it,

Parlor tricks today, tonight, and tomorrow,

The kind we can count on

To rescue the dinner party,

We eat casually dressed

Or in bridal attire battling mortals,

Withering flowers devoted to golden oldies

While fat men sweat it out

In their birthday suits,

Blow out the candles 

And say I do, for me please

An infinite amount of birthdays 

In the span of an hour

And not one wish came true,

Good grades and dancing

Is all we have left in life,

Now Jump in the line

Rock your body in time

I don't believe you