[2015] Neverwas

 
Lobster, buttered, garlic  
flame broiled alive in Hades  
Burnt crisp like French toast  
Fried golden brown in baby oil  
Twelve gauge cradled
in between my knees;  
barrel in my mouth  
asking with gunmetal lisp,  
 
Please do me a favor?  
Promise I'll be remembered  
for more than overplayed melodies
after I've shuffled off this mortal coil  
 
Oh, the show  

The show must go on  

Let the show go on forever   
through the never that I was  
 
Poly urethane armpit stains  
Subway cars reeking
as if smelly sardine cans  
packed to the gills
with my unwashed fans  
Gathering in the thousands  
around my homestead  
Nightly candle vigils  
Haze of pot, patchouli, incense  
 
A far cry from my original plans  
Wasn't my intention to be dead  
or like other washed up rock stars  
whose lyrics made no fucking sense  
 
Oh, the show  

The show must go on  

Let the show go on forever  
through the never that I was