Curtain Call - Owen

Well here it is, a final curtain call

A gesture of gratitude and ego

I’d be remiss if I didn’t piss myself

One last public act of disrepute to regret

People used to pay to watch me sing and play

But it seems more and more they come to spit in my face

I’m tired of speaking up and speaking clearly

So the idiots in the back can hear me

From now on it’s do’s and don’ts

To a room of antique maps and ghosts

Where I have been, where I will go