(This poem does relate to something, even if it does sounds like insane rambling. There's a lot of word play in it. You may be surprised to know what this poem is about... *smiles innocently* Who is the walrus?...)

Dead Man

by Spirit Lovelorn

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Lonely little grave

Who did Johnny bury inside?

To think it might be one

Who lost his head one late night ride

He lost control

Wednesday morning at five

But they made it seem

As though he still were alive

Dead man, dead man, turn me on, dead man

The backwards ninth revolution

Reveals who isn't here

Dead man, dead man, the man's an illusion

Isn't it odd?

Four men that live in lies

Maybe we'll find something more

That will open our closed eyes

See the secret

Reflected in the lonely heart

Tell me, isn't Billy

Tired of playing this part?

Dead man, dead man, long-haired dead man

Bloody gloves and bloody shoes

A hand above your head

Dead man, dead man, we've located the clues

The cute one's dead

A scarred lip now takes his place

A creepy thought to know

That we're staring at a different face

Take a tour bus

To the road where Abby is in white

Is it four or three

Who march the procession in sight?

Dead man, dead man, it ain't right, dead man

Are you the one, the only?

Then why do I hear three?

Dead man, dead man, your grave is quite lonely

Dead man, dead man, it scares me, dead man

Did Johnny really bury you

In straw fields of berries?

Dead man, dead man, four's become a few