A guilty conscience, foolish choices and showing off our lack of sense are the reasons we all party in the dark. Hiding from each others faces and mostly our own. The shame of the dead boozer is covered by the shadow across the tombstone. The epitaph is left off by request so no one will know how much of a fool you made of yourself. Buried with the shame of your life with all the other unknowns. In the rotted casket below filled with water, worms, and a green layer of mold on the skin. The only value in life was spending money, booze and destroying your brain. Just another pauper and more to follow. We dig our own grave and we lay in it. The final service with a short prayer by an unknown sympathetic soul there to grieve for a friend of his own. Quit the booze and save your money so you can be buried in a better place and not be tossed into the landfill.
“In charity field with the paupers and the prisoners”
. see ya’ next time
