The Tale of Moron Well

I’m bad with words,

I’m terrible at speaking my mind,

I hate silence,

I hate everybody, even

Myself.

But today I gotta tell

About a man straight outta hell

He was called Moron Well

Yesterday from a roof, he fell

Started working in a kitchen of sea-cooks

Haughtily run by tattooed ex-crooks

Mad as a hatter

Look at all that fishy matter

Went with Willy Wonka on a trip

Chimichanga and shawarma on his lip

Don’t search for a chance to ad-lib

Or chocolate to RIP

Moron Well fell in love with jazz

Entranced by all that razzmatazz

Bass, piano, and guitar

No room for a critter

Drum, trumpet and alto-saxophone

Bebop was one hardbone

He took the devil in his stroll

Playing like wild, the rock n’ roll.

Come on baby, give it up

In Electric-land shaking it up

Worked for Hitchcock in the studio

Made a fortune investing in Psycho

Went to bed with them superstars

Woke with a headache on the fake-Mars

Then he noticed it was all bombs and guns

Dead soldiers and butchered young’uns

He was ordered to kill the Viet-Cong

The Fullmetal Jacket was green and strong

When he came back from the war

A broken man gone nuclear

Saw his heroes sell out to TV

Moron drank and smoked on a levee

Went to the library and studied books

People gave him judging looks

In the head, he wasn’t okay,

Still marched against the KKK

Then he started selling fish and meat

Fried hot-dogs on the evening street

He married a widow whom he fancied long

“Rejoice!” sounded their wedding gong

The years rambled on till 1990

When during a Kurosawa matinee

She died of a heart attack

Moron Well was painted black

He lived in his hole for a dark decade

Sometimes seen in the gaming arcade

I was his neighbor all this while

Until yesterday, when The Moron ran out of Time.