yes, i’d like to make a reservation for hell please

The roses today must be painted in white

Red’s getting ready for this evening

 

Doctor’s may make their incisions without morphine

Pain reserved a seat at my party

 

The fish in the sea will be swimming through pepper

My tears will be needing the saline

 

The hair on my legs will have to wait

My razor has prior engagements

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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