Death Versus Vanity - Collab
The gold carriage awaits to seat my soul,
As I rise, I see what used to be whole,
My cold corpse lies in state like a closed shell,
Is it really me? How can one tell?
Who dressed me in that awful beige attire?
No wonder I can't float any higher,
Oh! Well, the carriage will just have to wait,
I'm not leaving my corpse in that grim state
Date: 29/03/23
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
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Copyright © W J Clarke | Year Posted 2023
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