My last supper

……….From a horrific ubiquitous view, I could see the doors had no locks, corridors went on for blocks, there were two moons and a whole species of headless cocks, I took that as it’s never ever gonna stop; there go my friend’s pops, he committed murder because of gambling debts on the Red Sox; he was almost killed by cops on the streets of Watts, his presence interrupted my distant stare, I began to peer because of the agitating thought of why was he in here, this was my conscientious despair to bear, on the other side of hell’s gates I fear… another man’s evils has penetrated and influenced my altered states, for all I know he could have attended my wake, last thing I remember I was enjoying a big bowl of Frosted Flakes..