(cue dancing girls)

Brush off my old blues suit, 
Borrow a sombre tie.
Polish my black mood shoes,
Time to say goodbye.

A rite
Must be performed.
And you,
A performer,
And me,
A performer,
Identical costumes
For the show.

Words written.
Bullet bitten.
Nerve uncertain,
Open curtain.

Words spoken.
Heart broken.
Voice broken.
Everything is broken.

But hey,
At least I'm looking good,
Right mate? 
You too.

The show must go on.
(cue dancing girls).

Parkstreet