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The dead need women

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Party indoors, out, then back in.
Music so loud it postpones the sense, re-patterns the heartbeat
At one point someone gets stabbed, but there is no blood on the knife

The bouncer storms in looking for people that haven’t paid up front
No cutting in without a chit I told you fucking guys

The one stabbed throws out his hands as if to say Hold everything
he has on a cravat but he’s really not a cravat guy
he loosens it pending collapse with a dry wheeze and he says
Lunged me, that really smarts oh you precious cocksucking Son of Erin
I really wish I had saved the ice from that big platter of oysters
He takes a slow bend at the waist, exhaling Jesus Archie Christ,
This is still the best party with no women ever