Last Hurrah
Farewell, my lovers!
Farewell, my family!
Farewell, my friends!
Farewell, sweet brutality!
I hate goodbyes so very much.
They’re so solemn it makes me sob.
Tears roll down my face like rolled cigars,
Smoked by the crime boss I know lives within me.
I get these ersatz feelings sometimes,
As I count the days till our finale.
Is it sympathy, or guile?
The cruel ruse of emotion is wicked.
I’m one of those kinds of boys.
The ones who fade into blank stares,
And muted affairs of quiet solitude.
I love talking, when it's with a mirror.
I don’t sit on chairs, I stand!
My unique aura knows no bounds.
I don’t buy rope to climb,
I buy it to wrap around windy ceilings.
My fan goes round and round.
Do you think he likes me?
He has such a blank white face,
And he’s so cold in his demeanor.
I’ll just take a little step.
It’ll tighten around my neck.
You’ll be rid of me, you lucky bastards.
Farewell, my last hurrah.
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