Pinebox Mourning

I'd say I'm drunk enough to hate you now

Or at least enough to take a little drive around the block

Crashing through the windshield can't be half as bad as crashing parties

Unintended for you

You presence isn't needed here

It isn't needed here

And at the hospital, the waiting room will not be crowded

The paramedics will not stand the sight of this

Instead there will be lovely flower patterned chairs

And a blank television

The corridors will not be filled

With closest friends and next of kin

Instead the bottles will be empty

And the bellies will be full

This holiday season has been quite intriguing to say the least

I've mixed a wonderful concoction

A miracle of sorts

It contains

So tonight ill either be fighting or lying in my own vomit but

Either way the morning will be lonely

And at your funereal

I'm sure the guests will sit and stare

With lovely words from people

Who all knew your parents

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