The Queen of Denial floats
Sitting on her boat-like chair
Going down the river Styx
Wondering what she’s doing there

A man on shore shouts to her,
“You’re dead! I’d say my dear
But death is only temporary
So you’ve nothing left to fear.”

“Oh my dear!” she gasped to herself
“This can’t be happening to me!
For I’m the Queen of Denial
and I don’t believe you, you see?”

But it’s too late to ask that man
The current is much too fast,
And he’s turned into a butterfly.
The time to ask has passed.

She turns around and wonders now
Whatever will become of her.
A butterfly? A pair of shoes?
A drunken bastard curr?

Suddenly, up ahead of her
A waterfall appears.
“If this is death,” she wonders now
“Why is the end so near?”

She lurches forward, looking down
Over the falls she goes.
She wakes up screaming, looks around.
Was this a dream? Who knows?

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