ciao

when the good god whispers: the end

this is where you get off, my friend

will your bones tremble just a little

like forgotten firewood cold and brittle

will you beg for some more time

just one more dance in this pantomime

or will you be indignant – you got this wrong

see this muscle it flexes so strong

see this heart sounds like a child’s happy clap

like the heady beat of a chartbusting rap

see how this grin it lights my face

then how can it be the last of my days?

or will you logically try to reason

a decree that’s blasphemy or at least treason

see this obviously must be a clerical error

a mistake that mistakenly doth bring terror

yes the water is rising but it’s far from deep

and there are miles to go before I sleep

or will you continue to coax and cajole

like a deadbeat drunk in a desperate role

like a tyrant toddler throwing a tantrum

alternately angry and alternately glum

or will you offer a warm little hug

a toss of the head, a nonchalant shrug

a tip of your hat as you willingly go

smile and say boss – that was quite a show.

ram cobain