When your mind
is melting
in worry’s kettle
And troubled thoughts
have yet to settle
When tears fall backwards
and you’re drowned in sorrow
And your days get buried
by tomorrow
When the pit gets ripped hard
from the plum
And your soul is stretched
tight on a drum
With smiles grinding to the gum
and nervous laughter from everyone
Just Whisper
Ashes-to-Ashes, dust-to-dust
from bang-to-boom and boom-to-bust
Let’s all pray for a blissful end,
Where death’s a belly dancing friend
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