The death of a bar fly

Come mammal cub crawling

Feel winter wind blowing

Through empty wasteland

                      as you slump

Bought another dress, girl

Had a laugh, made a twirl
Darling turned another chump

Watched Peter Pan flying

Felt little hope dying

Never been married

              Never missed

Quenched away angry thirst

Rolled away dirty hearse
Now on her grave stands a schist