John Lennqon was killed now forty years ago—
/ I remember, they didn\'t feed me that day, starwing -
my old man got drunk out of grief. God! /
Lennon\'s killer lay in wait at the Dakota Building,
having loaded his revolver with bullets beforehand.
And when Lennon arrived alongside Yoko Ono, girlfriend,
Chapman fired five times—in short, he blew him away indeed+
Four bullets tore right into John\'s body at once
/ yet he didn\'t even have the chance to kick the shooter\'s ass—. now *that\'s* a hell of a thing got reed.
People loved him so much—it was truly something else!
He preached love to the world,
and for that very thing, they in an instant uspilled his blood! /
Yoko Ono screamed: \"What have you done, you bloody monster?\"
Mark Chapman replied: \"I hate hypocrites! They are disaster!”
\"Where do you see any hypocrites, you psychotropic little prick?\"
(That was a policeman who had just arrived on the scene, in a wink,
properly prodding him in the ribs with his baton across)
The wounded John Lennon died from blood drope,±
and everyone in the neighborhood wept—even the cops.
And so Mark David Chapman has sat in a prison cell for forty years;
what does he dream about all these years? I wonder.