La mort spéciale de Billy No Mates


Billy No Mates died tonight 

It was an unremarkable death 

He just faded and then vanished 

In the hours 

Before they devoured 

The festering remains 

Of those who had displeased 

Billy 

Had sung to his beloved eagles 

In his strange yet almost lyrical voice 

Although he was once very popular 

Billy had slowly lost his friends 

As they were unable to commit 

To his abrasive directness 

Or the rawness of his thoughts  

He was also totally in love 

With his White God 

Which many found unacceptable 

Billy was a Rigid Angel 

Who would not compromise 

Or even consider open dialogue 

Which he compared to a total surrender 

Many people crossed Billy 

And bitterly regretted their actions 

As he would not forgive betrayal 

He would spend hours with his eagles 

In the high meadows and watched them 

Slowly strip the corpses of the unclean 

In a way this unbalanced Billy 

As he became obsessed with the balance 

That he had slowly lost 

During the long years

Of his self imposed exile   

I knew then that he would destroy himself 


Never Forget Billy

Weakness and Lust  

Nina