Please don’t die.
It’s a lot to ask,
There’s nothing more I can say.
That’s the essence of it boiled down, distilled,
the extract of it, added booze and tiny bottle.
That’s the tea-strained orange juice of it,
the four minute steeped tea of it.
It’s the reduced strawberry jam of it,
the hulls and sugar and thickener all spread out.
It’s the broken down alivety of it,
the burst of smoke in a perfect ring of it.
Please don’t die,
It’s all I can say,
When it really comes down to it.