It was open house at Maggie’s. Yes the door it was open, People filing by
For a final glimpse. Someone thought she winked, well it was just a trick
Of the light. Bright lights. Stereo played Mendelhson, Maggie liked the
Classics, no she couldn’t stand the racket on the radio. So plastic.
Seems so Plastic. Now she’s looking very plastic in her new expensive
Hole. Made of fiberglass, it’s customized. It must, designed to pass away
The years like seconds. And they told her in the advert, «If you go it’s
Best to go in comfort for it’s swell. Cause the nights get so lonely
Underground.» Now they’re firing rifles/singing hymns/reading poems/give
These to him (fruit glass)/someone swears and she snatches them away.
Says, «The claim of outrage, the ???? we’re all sad today, when we’ve
Been (handed cheese).» When Maggie’s face on, well she looks so young and
Still had all her faculties. Now she’s gone away(12x) Away(repeated). Rest
In peace, rest in pieces Maggie. Maggots. Hooray(repeated) out of the way.
