An Audience
Of one big mistake
Sailing away from the memory
The closet is done. Closed now
A chorus of accordion
Fades through distinct
Horns warning not to place your feet
And stop to bail the hay
Formerly a Liaison
Discovered you're just the seasoning
Sprinkled to advance
In this, so called, too fast world
A chorus of accordion
To play one last song
The only move left to get ahead
Is Claw after Claw