The Comedian Dies Alone Poem by andrew fogg

there are barrels rolling down the slope
they apear to be on fire
and they contain gasoline
I sure am glad
to be at the top of the hill
in the night there is guilt
I'm so pale
I'm like a pile of ashes
am I finally paying for it?
it'd be one thing
if my friends were killing themselves
slowly
like I like to do
but they seem to be killing each other at an increasing rate
J.D doesn't want to hear my poem
I don't blame him
but I still feel like he's listening
but he can't hear this one.
must we pry apart this author
until the the gay stuff comes out?
doesn't he have another angle?
I'm so glad I used my bow
or else
they would have heard it
I don't want to deserve it
wah wahhhh
I don't discriminate
I'm afraid to discriminate
I just never trust em'
what they look like
where they're from
anybody could be playing tricks
I'm afraid of christians
but I am terrified of reptiles
the way they alaways look at me
they know something
in fact I knew an iguana
has man given name was
Dr. Mambo
but his real name is incomprehensible
they have these people
that they are living in
the scalley corpse
is a remote brain
the body of the mind
sits motionless,
fully controlling the weaker soul
the stronger body
an I iguana spoke to me
this is true
I'm not saying
the reptiles have control over the people
but there are people
people high ranking in the government and military
people successful in entertainment and in popular music
they are directly controlled by reptiles
the reptiles of the trees, in the jungles and forests
the reptiles in cages and terrariums
directly control our culture
and I can't
understand what it means