Beatle Juice
Hey Jude
I've only just myself heard the news
Yesterday
About the Beatle Bard shot in the back
Whilst crossing Abbey Road
By a catching coward reading in the rye
With a vacant rubber soul
Shooting a Revolver
And his eyes dimming White
Can anybody Help
As slowly like gravity the apple dropped
Watching report snippets of mourner's
by St Pepper placed in charge of crowd
control duty yelling at them to
"Get Back"
"Let him Be"
A
Hard Day's Night
Lies ahead for everyone contemplating
Trying to imagine what on earth has
become of this world we reside beside
each other in
When we choose to kill our prophets
who's message in only one of peace
and love rather than one of waging war
instead
Because the apple then surely rotten
and poison to the the core
Hey Eve
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