Tell me, Rocky - Mr. E
(?mystery?) that is -
Tell me Mr. E,
is the alpha information
really still sending?
It's been a while
since Mr. Fantastic
(let alone Mr. Fox)
has meant something to me;
however, I've found
a few things that I
could truly call "worthy"
when willing to sacrifice
more than my time.
Like Mr. "Fulham Road" Anderson
who, in all of his wisdom,
taught me precisely
how to skin the cat
(all of this and some of that).
In him I found
a final true moment
shared with my father
before "the hush" came
and the old man was gone.
So...
Now I am become Pan,
the Hook's bane ascending
(minus the tights).
Hear ye!
Hear ye!
As head of the Ticking Clock
Preservation Society,
I hereby declare that
on this, the twenty-seventh
day of December,
two-thousand and
seventeen,
it is to be recognized that,
henceforth,
the setting of alarms
shall be considered
our one nations true
patriotic pastime.
Yeah, man...
It's lonely here lately
without the old man
kicking and screaming.
If only Captain
Marvel could
see me right now.
As I drop the needle
on "Lucifer Sam"
I settle down slowly
and escape in my enemies;
they numb me completely
until nothing else matters
and sad things can't hurt me.