Walt left out the punch line
The joke set up has turned to gothic lore
Nothing more
The suds he sucked at lunchtime
Have blurred and darkened every open door
Darkened more
All his life was spent on you
All his laughs, his pranks, his joking
All his work was fed to you
All his film, his tape you’re choking
You’ll have your head frozen to
Be woken for Armageddon
How vain
