Romancing death
Kissing that skeleton
With stale cigarette breath
Teeth clashing, tongues lashing
Bones smashing
And in his glad rags
Death doesn’t half look dashing!

Gaping holes
I’ll give ‘em a good thrashing
Thunder’ll be flashing
Between the teeth gnashing
What a night to be out bashing
Having a shindig we’ll die fucking laughing
Music on, shoes tapping
Romancing death
And everything’s just fucking smashing!

© 2016 June

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