You haven’t left,
I know for sure.
I saw you in Sainsbury’s
Only the other day,
Your cart piled high
With goodies.
The dead don’t change;
They carry on,
Playing the same old game.
Shuffling the pack,
I see you again,
Ignoring the rules.
Well past your sell-by date:
Your smile as bright
As a new-minted coin,
Deceiving no one.
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