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Dressed In Johnny Coat

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I'm so sorry, but the morgue is closed,
but send in the twilight so that I can see,
where has the bouquet of pine cones gone,
by way of the cadavers in the breeze.

As I lay here on a slab of marble,
waiting for a formaldehyde needle,
all dressed up in my johnny coat,
with a tag on my toes, "Oh Tweedle Dee!"

Because I'm decomposing from within,
this decor depresses me so,
open the shutters, fumigate the air,
and part my hair with a saw.

I'm so sorry, but the morgue is closed,
I will take a dose of morphine before I pee,
waiting for the formaldehyde needle,
all dressed up in my johnny coat.

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