Talking to Edgar Allan Poe
Hey Edgar, I’ve got news for you
One of which will make you rejoice
The bad thing is message number two…
Could you please stop this raven here make all that noise?
And, mate, you know it’s not that healthy
To drink booze all through the night
Besides, it’s expensive, and you are not wealthy
Twenty more bottles couldn’t make you feel right
Oh please! Spare me your Annabel Lee!
Yeah…gorgeous…I know, but she will not return
You yourself told me she died down by the sea
You’re boozing, you’re dreaming, but you don’t seem to learn
Alright, here’s my first message to you:
There IS balm in Gilead indeed!
Oh yeah, I’m not joking, it is all true
And it is a remedy, just what you need
My second revelation is this:
It will never be yours to reach!
Each one of you grabs for it will miss
You’ll soon bite the dust and your bones will bleach
Rotting in the streets you’ll lie
Lonely and forsaken you’ll die
Just wanted to tell you this, good – bye.