Johnny Powers

Johnny Powers was a man of religion and faith
That’s why he began to drink at a half-past eight

Around nine, he was clearly seeing it very bright
He misunderstood all things, he was merely a wight

A ghost of religious faith for only one thing
That thing was his chemical old friend, the drink

Around half-past nine, trips on an ashtray where cigarettes throng
He spun Sinatra upside down to play a B-song

Around ten, to the bathroom, he went to open his tap
On the mirror, he was a fevered lion ready for a catnap

Half-past ten, he was no longer a lion but a crazed man
Who lost his way inside an alchemic laboratory that was his head

Eleven, it’s his big entrance at the sofa dancing hall
Two lady cats rub against his lap on his only ball

Eleven and a half, and he snorts loud and clear
Fending off Mr. Death who seems to be getting near

It’s midnight, and he woke in front of his typewriter
To find out, he wrote another volume of the Bible

That’s when
It all began
That’s when
It all began

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