Wooden suits

like all, we are sometimes sad and sometimes happy
but if the choice is up, and choice is heavy
we're choosing wooden suits, without second guesses--
flatly, flatly

they will be going at lengths to bring us in:
they'll say, 'Oh dear, you haven't really lived before'
you only are about to begin--
but then they'll offer us a choice of 'either, or'

Either beaches, fancy speeches, maybe even
Steamboats sailing on the seas with filled-up holds
Motley crews, steeplechases, and other riches--
Or in other case, those modest wooden molds..

they will at times be gloomy, other  times amusing
play evil jokers and good judges, to assure us
But have no doubt, they will offer wooden suits--
humans, humans..

They even might extend to us a little light
Oh--they'll remember!--you haven't smoked so long
your life's long road hasn't even really started--
and then at last, they'll sound the final gong

Cigarette's smoke reminds of something--
Breathe in but once, and it will lift your thoughts..
Just one more time, a smoke just one last time!--
But rest assure: you're choosing wooden suits!

they're so affectionate, so tender and polite:
Beautiful life they'll bring right there, on plates of silver!
But we refuse, and then they throw us to lions--
--people, people, PEOPLE..


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