FISH WRAP

You’re long gone.

You’re passed,

tense and hard with rigor mortis.

You’re buried deep in the closet.

There ain’t nothing left of you here

- not at all.

You’re pork left out too long.

You’re an old Rick James song.

You’re apple juice that’s gone too strong.

You’re gone, baby gone…

And this is not how I wanted it.

I thought I could keep you cool

chilled out

not so hot under the color

but you’ve burned our bridges baby

and you’re outta here.

You’ve disappeared

you’re gone, it’s clear

and I fear

I may never see you again

though I hope

like a Rick James song

someday you’ll make a comeback

even if only as an MC Hammer tune

because then I could finally nail the coffin door shut

because you’re gone, baby,

GONE!

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