His lungs are machines
His hands are a fridge
You fuckwits don’t
Deserve the privilege
Of sitting in the afternoon
Sun while it sets
Enjoying every second
Of your cigarettes

– Youth Group

They said
You bury
The dead
What’s buried?
Rosie said
It’s something you do
When people are dead

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