The last time I saw
Poor repugnant
He was walking on towards
The sky way
With banana peel eyes and
Sorrow sentences
Singings songs of his disposition
With his rail rod instincts and
His material poof by his side
Some say he would go forever and
Never die
But me I knew that someday
His time would come
Singings songs of his disposition
With his long fur coat that
He had covered in plastic
With his concubine and
His cigarettes
He lumbered on
He was gonna pray to Ra
To light his eternal
Smoke