Nobody to Remember
Contributed by Robert Lyons
Everybody wants to be the thing, do something special, I just wanna spout philosophic,
Pen poems on dead ended topics, switching philosophies constant,
Honestly I’m not making this up….
Regardless, I can be more cacophonous than yelling in a canyon,
Deafening the silence like roaring cannons as the echo reverberates your skull,
Your brain gets damaged, hmm, dull.
Losing cells just imagining the happenings behind my crown
Ideas bouncing around as I hop and skip like a clown about town
No one can even pretend to see how deeply I am made up and costumed, gowned
In reality I am chained and shackled, deep down I wear a frightening frown
My heart is ripped asunder as if struck by lightning,
My labors robbed as if never nothing but thunder’s rolling sound
The painful fires of my stricken heart extinguished under the dark cloud’s pounding rain
Dressed up and ready again to do the exact same, Insane
Remember me, says the man with no name
