Quinn
Though I’m rapped in sadness,
I can’t make myself cry.
I only beat around the bush
And to myself I lie.
I say that ‘this just can’t be real!’
‘it can’t be!’ ‘you can’t die!’
But when the bagpipes pierce the air
No longer can I lie.
The real world has it in for us/
All we can do for now
Is put on a good show,
And wait until we’re in the ground.
Rest in peace, buddy.
