I know this is kind of a sombre kind of poem...but I was laughing my arse off after the tacky gold chandelier...
Man if that thing could talk - it would at least say, when are you fuckers going to fix me!
Been this way for too many years to remember....the moments this thing has witnessed - certain it would have said do the Regal Walk again and I'll slap you both...
Remembering with new prismatically reflecting lights..almost like forgetting.
You are brilliant.
Thanks for writing.
Thanks for being you.