Sell me, sell me
and if no one ain't buying
give me away
for spare change
Sell me
My heart is golden
full of holes
and yet my insides are rotten
torn apart by insects
sell me whole or sell me in chunks
What you can't sell burn
and mould my ashes into a concrete wall
where people come to lean
and check on their phones
with their eyes glued to the screens
and their heads down like on a guillotine