There’s death all around and I don’t know what to do. I feel myself slipping away into never ever land. Another soul drops but I remain standing tall and holding up against the madness. I watch the disease spread and quietly combat it. I just sit back as the death continues to spread its wings over the human race.
The evil spirits look on wondering why I don’t sink; succumb to madness. War and hatred attempt to penetrate my soul. I sip my juice; shrug off the madness and just laugh. Realizing that the disease must be spreading and could plague my soul but I merely shrink back looking for a solution.
They see me sing and dance in the midst of absolute chaos, distortion, murder, madness and death but I continue to smile and combat the illness and the skeptics and critics can merely wonder. But I am a determined man who must not succumb to the malaise going on around us.
Buildings collapse and I drift through the wreckage; walk between flying bullets; remain clear of the fire—and people look on in shock, amazement and dismay. Disgust, jealousy and contempt rear their ugly heads. I chuckle with a martyred grin of contentment and they call me crazy as I laugh at myself; at them; at anything.
It doesn’t bother me. I don’t really care about the disease they’ve sent to corrode my soul but I refuse to despair; wallow in self-pity. I laugh mocking the death that stares me in the face. I dare it to take me and laugh along the way. It seems such a long time it’s been going on and I smile at the inevitable and thrown down another beer in the meantime.
November 9, 1986