Suicide King

Suicide King ~~~~~~~~~~ Steaming blacktop by the overpass A stalking ground for johns and whores Don't stop walking boy you'd be a fool! They just want to make you famous Not like Amos, posthumously So ride and die the fare is cheap As are the thrills if you like the nasty I saw a guy I used to play chess with today He weighted eighty six pounds I couldn't hold back my tears He was too weak but for one last game As I moved his pieces across my last gift To this extinguished golden soul The onyx of pink and black A favorite of the ancients Pools of my tears reflect sorrow and loss Recognition faded from eyes dead and still I had him in check hours ago, but my last thoughts Of this friend of such gentle demeanor Would be a proud king standing I'm sure if the roles were reversed he'd do no less for me I'm satisfied with the memory of the good times I reserve in honor with one final tear And my last word to an ascended soul Stalemate