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If You Drop Dead – Brutalist Poetry #1

By Fletch Fletcher

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(Extract) If You Drop Dead

If you drop dead
Fuse blown black
I’ll bury you in those horrible boots
And that jacket your Mum got you
Yes, THAT one
The one you never wear

If you drop dead
Hair gone wig
I’ll lean over the coffin
Like I’m going for a last kiss
And whisper
Fuck you right into your face

If you drop dead
BELL … BELL … BELL
I’ll delete your number on my phone
YES I WILL
And give all your clothes to Betty
And get rid of the cat

If you drop dead
I don’t know what I’d do