Please Respect Our Decadence

Everybody's dying, So we send them flowers.




 

After their funerals We go out to dinner And then we try To forget about it.






We're all committing suicide, And everybody points it out to us. Is that coffee you're drinking?



 

Is that a cigarette you're smoking? Is that meat you're eating? Is that air you're breathing?

 

Have you no self respect?

No, but we're having fun

Quick, before we drop dead

 

we don't mind your great concern 

but please send flowers instead

 

Algebra Suicide

Let's Transact

Let's Transact

Always, when my sound becomes too free to keep

I forget to say I've snuck you into my stories, both told and not, all dangerous.

Tonight, I dress in black and order something dark like Bailey's and bourbons.

Something hard to forget. I know you'll show up, and if the time is right,

I'll pull one on you. That's what we all want, isn't it?









And you'll follow me around, asking, "What did you mean by that?"

It'll cost you dearly for me to tell. Perhaps a kiss or a bathroom encounter.

Perhaps a swearing of eternal adoration. Perhaps a replacement story to hold in my throat

As ammunition.

Algebra Suicide