Rendition Of A Starving Monkey's Technicolor Death Poem by Paul Fisher

I am the music
Forced down upon, beyond
This material plane.
This is the storage shed.
Ten days ago,
I was the one you loved.
I am the odd job,
Never really listened,
But, always in tune,
The cold mother’s womb…
The voice that leads you,
Through and through.
I am the forever tear,
The never feared,
Preacher of emotion.
The sands of time
Were never in balance,
As I am, the overused,
The tool, of genius
Inside the fool
I am…I am…
Nothing, everything, anything
You want me to be
Don’t come cryin’,
But I’ll leave the doors open
So we can sit,
And watch the forever tear…
Sleep evermore…
Child of the sky…