Hello Mr Morrison
hello mr morrison
tell me, are the indians
that you saw when you were young
still on that dusty road?
did one take control of you
spirits now are one, once two
after that the arrow flew
and "squirming like a toad"
the brains of thousands tuned to hear you speak
the poet, philosopher and the tweak
the genius but never the geek
is welcome in my abode
i idolize the lizard king
let the long lost trumpets sing
love, despair, unholy things
found in his lost odes
resting in a grave in france
lucky me,i got the chance
to see him rest, but at a glance
on a motorbike he rode
to make a future lost as gold
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013
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