This is a tasteless funeral.
So put it in then burn it all.
Try the fuego,
Ethanol.
Breating in an answered call.
I've taken fall for risky bearing.
Bearing all without a care.
Neatly folded underwear
and tightly braided blonde hair.
From there I try to stare
But fail then scare,
*for heart,
just too small to share.