King of Rock

by Omar Calvillo 12 months ago in sad poetry

Easier Said Than Driven

King of Rock

There’s no more pedal to push to the floor,

there’s no more of the stuff that I drank.

My cigarettes are almost burning faster

Than the fuel in my 20 gallon tank.

Can’t stop speeding west before they all reach my back.

The people, the problems, the stuff that I lack.

Please stay at home or be a big star uptown,

Don’t come west, stay in your poison and drown.

Because I already saw your demise and I hate to spoil it

But you either die on stage or die on the toilet.

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Omar Calvillo

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