Bags of frozen fries

Cantankerous old Panoplosaurus
The way it was, they way the saw us
In a melancholy synergy
Death becomes us blossomes up becomes supreme
Gathers us together in a pardoning of the one whose extreme

Bank on that the next time you dine
Pass the salt and sip that wine

Measured words In a hall of echoes
Balance the act debts paid in ghettos

Tomorrow we move on and forget the grey
Life is to live and the the dead go away
As bothersome as he was
We’ll all say we miss his disdain

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