Suicide King
Suicide King
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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
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