2ExistIs2Resist

When was it OK for the good ones to go?

Back in day circa 1970s a naked man with pills scattered across the hotel room was a given. So talented they say. So cool dad dad daddyo they say.

What do I say?

I say I say I say. When was it ok for the good ones to get gone?

Namecheck em all. Morrison, Hendrix, Norma Jean and The Phoenix.

Check Check Check and Check.

Wasteman. Aim some anger? Aim it at the idea of a man wanting to reach for the stars what circle his head like Daffy Duck. Wanted it too much they will say. Like Jimmy Dean and his brother BRANDo.

Put his name up there next to The Little Engines That So Nearly Did.

BUT WAIT!

It's a big joke! A joke, funny haha.

Up to his old tricks again you see. 

The rumours of his death have been widley exaggerated.

 oh Fuck-Phew!

They Say:Carry on Sir. Jolly Good Show. For a second there I bought it.

He says: Very well thanks for the faux appreciation though, much obliged, my name text next to Jimmy Dean & Morrison. Rather enjoyed it muchly. It was a snap shot of what could have been. But thankfully twas all but a joke, a PR stunt for my new motion picture film (out in cinemas this summer).

Yes how low could Hollywood go?

See: pills scattered across the hotel floor. Thusly low sir, thusly low.

Bad Taste sir,TOO SOON!!

Sorry mate.

Oh well, all in good jest was it not?

Yes sir. Indeed sir. Three bags full sir.

Well carry on sir! You Old Cad, You Old Joker. 

Will do!

Wake Up Sir, Your Masoose is ready!

WAKE UP!

WAKE UP!

WAKE UP!

WAKE UP!

No. Nothing.

When was it OK for the good ones to go? Blame it on a man who reached for

the real stuff.

The right stuff.

Turn down Spider Webs and go for Jakes Snake instead. Respect. The stuff of substance.

Snuffed.

Such potential they will say.

I had a cat named Snowball. He Died. He Died.

Bang Bam Bam here comes the King.
Bang Bam Bam. The King Is Here.

I am here to offer alms,
Show you Exibit 1:

That you, the rest of you don't see:
When:

The Drums of Aboriginal Heartbeats,
A Hailing of a Tamil Mother Hoping,
A Kosovan Kid is Searching,
A Palestinian baby is burping,
A Gay Brother Getting Gayer,
Mrs Clinton's Reaching,

The Rich are Getting Richer
When will I get Mine?

Like Sam We Want To Do Right What Once Went Wrong,
But all we do do is,
We Groove of A Penguins Heartsong.

Allow me to introduce my P.O.V

This is ME.

The Wall