Death and Cocktails

The Hollisters and Brooks arrive just instants late as usual

We’ve litten candles its exciting the timing is just crucial

And 7 virgin maidens sew the gown Ornette is wearing

Joyce is ringing tiny bells a loud trombone is blaring

Don’t you love to die?

The best hors’Devres from coast to coast are tossed around quite freely

The Novel writer’s tipsy and the gossip is unrealy

There’s laughing and there’s glimmering the roof and floor are shaking

A wind arises we break into song like birds are breaking

Don’t you love to die?

And sleeping on his velvet couch our host is barely sleeping

Cause no one needs to call on him to know the count he’s keeping

He will arize when all the poison pellets are consumed

I love to watch his horses rear and flutter in the room

Don’t you love to die?