Don’t let the grave get you
Stay away
Lost ones,
floundering along
Seats radiating, noses won
Brain spaced, cologne none
I don’t understand
this mundane goodness
The norm or the harm?
Don’t let the grave get you
Loose but stuck,
hollow but loved
Don’t let the grave get you
Hypnotised realists,
pragmatic drudge
Intoxicated by the artificial light
that beams on
The grave got him young.