salutations, from Mr. Price

As I sat losing my sense

My mind cursed with mortality

I sat and drank in my despair

As the night grew darker

I sat as death walked by

And said nothing but salutations

The chair I sat and had always sat

Had come to cripple my back

My drink pickled my liver

And all my dreams I have dreamt

are of failed childhood dreams

even food of which I love

has come to make my mouth sore

and to think of the nerve

of my long awaited guest

just came to say Hello.

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