In a cage
Solitary confinement
I stareth out heartbreak hotel
I think Elvis is next to me
In this mirey hell.
I see Marilyn Monroe as well
And Anna Nicole
Their lost misfortunes
Playing at the bar ( 101) of old
They still laugh here and there
As they still canst figure their gone
As for me I'm not them
I'm just a guide spiritually hung...
I pilot them
Back to their old mansion's
I polite them
To fancies of of standup stand-ins
They loveth to heareth me sing
As I see them play and act
No more money shalt they bring
A homesick love map
A broken shack
With broken souls
Wherein mine poetry
They've made their home...