What the world has come to
I wish I was invited to your botox party
being human is almost like being tardy
living on the edge
falling over the ledge
so you never really get
wake up and lose a predetermined bet
you'll then feel the fall, though you are ten feet tall
once you're dead, you've got no-one to call
But you don't need to forget, December
have nothing to remember.
Your botox parties seem fun
proclamation of your wealth beauty and attempt
to revive yourselves in exempt.
mingling, tea and all that sexy stuff on your tombstones
thank you for saving me from humanity.
what time should i come?