He minces along
with a smirk on his face
because he's wearing pink panties.
And nobody knows (or cares) that he's wearing them,
because he's got on a three-piece suit.
And nobody knows (or cares) that he's smirking,
because it's so subtle.
And nobody knows (or cares) that he's mincing,
because he's very careful.
And nobody know (or cares) that he's in anguish,
because he's walking through a cemetery.
And nobody know (or cares) that there's an anguished man carefully
mincing through a cemetery with a subtle
smirk on his face wearing pink panties under a three-peice suit,
because part of us is that man,
and part of us is that cemetery.
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