Lennon is dead .
Did he live only
in the illusion
of a Maharishi mantra ?
Hairy cadaver swinging
on a broken guitar strings .
Our friend didn\'t wait for Santa...
but let me tell you the story !
One evening ,Lennon
returned home ,
reheated a leftover pizza
and took a fresh bud \'
out of the fridge ,
under the Buddha\'s eye ...
Destiny awaiting him
at the artist\'s exit ...
There\'s flies stuck on yesterday
and on the hell of infamy,
molten lead my lord !
Lennon\'s bronze statue lives on
at the airport in trance
where shadows transit
for a trip to nowhere.
You always travel alone ...
I don\'t want to wander in this world
of peace and love !
After passing the safety barrier
Lennon threw his life to me like a charity
and I put out the fire ...
Resuming my reading...A caliber P38 legend !
I love beeing the cursed one in memory !
Tomorrow I\'ll be the trending\'s tragic hero ...
But you know ? I am a good boy !
and you don\'t have to believe everything I say...