Commotion in the crowd
I whirl around to see
him carry her, limply
lifeless?
To the side of the stage
Delivered to the sanctuary
of backstage Security
And I wonder - Is this where you go
When you die in the 90's?

Staring numbly, I blow her a kiss
And give a silent prayer for her safety
Not that God listens to me
But at least if she dies
She'll leave a good-looking corpse.

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