Parties, Beer Bottles, Erections, & Other Sins
If the Earth were shrunken down & down & down
To the size of a dust particle
It'd be one that is caught on the lapel of some philanderer's jacket,
Forgotten to a darkened room in the corner of an apartment where a party is happening.
'How to stop the flow of tears? ', she asks,
'A mask is what I shall wear!
One constructed entirely from bone,
Styled with brushes & powder & things of that nature,
Done up to look just like your own! '.