Curtain Call

Well here it is, a final curtain call
A gesture of gratitude and ego
I’d be remiss if I didn’t piss myself
One last public act of disrepute to regret
People used to pay to watch me sing and play
But it seems more and more they come to spit in my face
I’m tired of speaking up and speaking clearly
So the idiots in the back can hear me
From now on it’s do’s and don’ts
To a room of antique maps and ghosts
Where I have been, where I will go