No need to tie that bow
You’re not going to a wedding
Just a shitty party down the road
Don’t take that comb
Through your hair
Trying To hide your peaks widow
You’re not the gentleman that, that image represents
But you already know
You’re just a lazy sod
Dressed in a smart man’s clothes.
party
Smashing!
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
