You boil a bone
and sell it as soup.
The furniture's nice.
Let's wrap it in plastic.
Some kid calls, drunk
to play-act the friend
but I know better--
mine died in the war.
I swore that this time
I'd be second to say it
though saving it up
is for misers and men.
There's something about
getting caught lighting candles
that ruins the mood
you were trying to set.
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