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Here is my entry:
DECAYIN’ AWAY IN MARGARITAVILLE (WC 189)
By Michelle S. Kennedy
Nibblin’ on dust cake,
Watchin’ my skin flake.
Once was a tourist covered with oil…
Strummin’ my ribcage, rottin’ here backstage—
Smell my feet,
They’re beginnin’ to spoil!
Decayin’ away today in Margaritaville.
‘Cuz my life has
Succumbed to a halt.
Some bones may claim that there's a femur to blame, But perhaps— I’m here by default?
Don’t know the season.
At least I’m not freezin’.
Feel kinda blue since I lost my tattoo.
I once was a cutie,
But death is no beauty. With no hair,
‘Least I don’t need shampoo!
Decayin’ away today in Margaritaville.
‘Cuz my life has
Succumbed to a halt.
Some bones may claim that there's a femur to blame, But I think— an obstruction’s at fault.
I tripped on my flip flop—
Then choked on a pork chop.
Guess I croaked before Buffett’s last tour...
Missed out on his big show.
Man, what a huge blow.
Now I’m stuck being creepy décor!
Decayin’ away today in Margaritaville.
‘Cuz my life has
Succumbed to a halt.
Yes, some bones may claim that there's a femur to blame, Now I know—an obstruction’s at fault!
(ORIGINAL SONG FOR REFERENCE): MARGARITAVILLE, by Jimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing Smell those shrimp They're beginnin' to boil Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know it's nobody's fault Don't know the reason Stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty A Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven't a clue Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think, - hell it could be my fault I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know, it's my own damn fault Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know it's my own damn fault