The Party’s (Not) Over
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Maybe (not) a little bit of fun left in the tank
I know you read the news
And think
It is just doom
And some gloom
I really try not to blink
The party’s over
Free money’s no more
A long hot mile
Without a smile
Gonna get thrown out the door
I know I hear
The trouble outside
Police cars there
Another scare
Maybe I need to hide
My old dear friend
I still think of you
The fun’s here to last
We’ll still have a blast
Don’t be so sad and blue
It’s all downhill
You know it is true
Trouble and stares
And cupboards so bare
This no good dark milieu
What shall I say?
You knew all along
A little frown
A lonely town
Your poem into a song
I still miss the day
But not so much the night
Who were you?
I asked too
A rhyme about a bite
We still have
Some fun in the tank
But don’t show
That you know
So little cash left in the bank