A.G.E's Joint

 Music is religion We tithe to see the priest Absolution for their minor lives.

  He disappeared a long time ago Chasing demons along the avenue Always scorned No empathy Sympathy A life thrown away By his own choices? A puzzle maybe It's hard to say. Just another body Sweltering in the swampy sun Hoping for alms Hoping for love

  It's been a year Since that awful night Came thundering down the gorge The spirits of the good boys The good girls Washed into the muck  The damage was too great The remains had to go Too much of a dangerous attraction To the Social Media ghouls Chasing clicks Over their Starbucks lattes.