When the Last Person Dies
It's lonely at the top
so join us at the bottom
No one sticks around when you flop
At number one they won't stop calling
To your own self be true
Lie to the world
Who made sadness blue
a top will twirl and twirl
Kiss your butt goodbye
We are our own kings
When the last person dies
the cockroach will reign
07/30/2008
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2019
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