Got up this morning,
Cold floor hit my feet,
Mostly empty space,
Entangled sheets. 

Electric columns,

Energies chilled,

Magic! My holes,

Quantumly filled.

A wall of sound,

Thumping my bed,

Sgt. Pepper vibes,

Shaking my head.

While putting on my pants,

Opened a strange door,

From out of space,

Appeared the Fab-4.
 

Lightning flashed,

Clearly I could see,

Instantly I knew them,

My old mates and me.
 

What had happened?

Why had they come?

What a strange lesson,

That this should be done.
 

The End doesn’t,

Come around everyday,

Just when you finally get it,

Life’s funny that way.

I watched this life fade,

As the bullets hit me,

Here, there, & everywhere,

I’m shot! Ohhh, tragedy!

I AM John Lennon=MC²

Our spirits dancing can,

Ah! Böwakawa,

Rest in peace man.




 

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