deathrap

well i don't know about you but i heard
he's singin' a deathrap -
that he bought the big
casino like sinatra
kicked the bucket
over the edge of
stepping on a rainbow,
and he's huggin' the hudson,
in worm heaven
pushin up daisies
the kid checked out,
turned in his keys
bailed outa the chopper
and hit the airwaves,
did a soul split
goin' cold
took a shortcut
to paradise,
tossed in the towel –

fight's over
outa the ring!
took the greyhound to the depot,
landed at the terminal
traded in his sneakers for a
widowed and orphaned galley proof,
and now he's
formatted with
black borders
permanently outa print,
finally edited,
struck out by the big blue pencil

this is a deathrap,
and he's slappin' himself silly,
inspiring a new warning message
on a highway past the speed of light,
and he's tailgating with Jesus
taking a dirt nap,
sleeping with the fishes
hangin' with st. peter
his cards are on the table,
he went to play rummy with Jimmy Hoffa
and now he's driving the six handled sedan.
stopped off first to get a Kurt Cobain shampoo,
bit the bullet, put himself on ice
then done drank his last 6 pack
poor old fred, he smoked in bed
wanted to play the bases,
traded to the angels, instead,
and he's gone out cheering
where everybody knows his name

nailed to his last date
elvis has left the building, yep,
he's worm food,
a palm beach voter,
brain dead
assuming his position 6ft under
after the fat lady played
his hard head's been reformatted
he's been taken out of production
sent to the archives
like a cartoon
met the grim beep-beeper
then cwoaked
like elmer fudd

now he's a movie of himself
dating bambi's mom
lining the bird cage
with a distant song
singin' a deathrap
gone gone gone

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