what difference
does it make, she says,
tipping the bottle skyward
after blowing smoke
rings. in fifty
years
we'll all
be dead.
who cares, why wonder, have
fun.
eat drink
be merry.
don't be afraid, the worst
will happen,
it's guaranteed.
no one gets out alive.
so far
it's one hundred per cent
deceased.
there is no heaven,
no hell.
this is all we have.
so come here and sin,
kiss me.
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